“Would you prefer baking bread or would you rather go fishing?” was the question we were asked by Tourism Northern Ireland. It seemed obvious to me that baking bread was the logical choice. But I wasn’t traveling alone and Ellen – my travel partner in crime – thought fishing would be much better. I gave in pretty quickly thinking it would probably also make for better pictures. Or so I hoped….
Storm on the horizon
The closer we got to that fishing trip, the worst the weather became. The rope bridge at Carrick-a-rede was closed due to the stormy weather conditions, so we feared the worst for our fishing trip the next day. But Rod and Kerry from Craignamara guesthouse assured us that a little wind was nothing and they called to confirm that yes, it was gonna happen.
the alarm rang the next morning at 5.30 am I wasn’t all too sure it was
such a good idea. We arrived in pitch black darkness in the Portrush
harbour but supposedly all part of the fun. If that can be called fun..
Our crew of the morning was Wendy who started Causeway foodie, Charlie the deckhand and Richard (I think his name was Richard..) the captain of the causeway lass. Apart from the two of us, we shared the boat with 8 German (golf) dudes. The weather was a little rough and while getting to the fishing location we had to hold on to the boat tightly to prevent falling over board (well it wasn’t all that dramatic but I like making it sound a little more adventurous of course..) I was particularly happy with Tom’s fishing jacket and pants. Wind- and watertight.
certain point we had to catch our own breakfast as that was the whole
point of the trip in the first place. Charlie explained how it all
worked and with some reluctance I started fishing… I just moved my
fishing rod a bit, not paying a lot of attention and all of a sudden I
felt something move…. “I think I caught something” I said carefully but
soon it turned out that I had caught not one, not two, but three
mackerels in one go!
right after me Ellen caught a few mackerel as well. It turned into the
joke of the day. The women on the boat caught the most fish and those
German man caught almost nothing. Haha.. I’m sure they didn’t
particularly like that but they were good sports about it.. At least
while we were in the same room. lol…
on board of the ship flew by and before we knew it we had to go back to
the harbour. The wind was picking up again too and it was rough enough
as it was. Once back in the harbour the fish were cleaned and taken
along for breakfast.
Breakfast with freshly baked scones and clotted cream
the mackerel had to be prepared first we started with some delicious
warming ginger tea (or whiskey if you wanted) and fresh scones with
cream and homemade jam. Delicious!