Saturday night, Rhyl.
Just after Low navigated out to the horizon ( seemed like miles on this big Low) skirting the rocky bits to the headlamp in the distance to join Mehmet, turned out not to be his Princeton Tec! I was there first but he wasn't far behind me.
Tide flew in only slightly slower than the overhead meteors.
Three hours without a bite -just as well really -my camera's packed up.
Stroll on Easter.