On Saturday morning I walked down to ......... with only the light of the moon. I could hear but not see large fish moving (probably large mullet). I had a few casts but with nothing happening I decided to catch a few Zs in the field where the hawthorns end, while I waited for the tide to turn.
I dozed off but was woken a few times by the sound of very big fish near the edge. it all felt very fairytale. It definitely wasn't the real world, where I assume people are certified for sleeping in fields.