True to form, we parked the car literally next to the river in the local pay and display car park and had to have a look to see what could be seen in the river - if anything! To our great joy we soon spotted a few grey mullet swimming close in and made a rush to the car to grab the fishing gear. We decided to fish just above the small weir that divides the river from the sea at low tide. When the tide comes in the sea water rises above the little weir to enter the river. This brackish water accounts for the presence of the mullet that appeared to congregate in front of the weir.

We set up with powerful progressive actioned waggler rods with centre pins loaded with 4lb line. Our terminal tackle consisted of small spliced peacock wagglers locked in position by all the shot. There was no weight down the line to the size 10 forged barbless hook. We plumbed the depth to find that we had approximately five foot of water in front of us. As we were quite high up from the water we used a landing net with a twelve foot long telescopic handle so that we could safely net any fish that we caught.

Previous experience had taught us that thick lipped grey mullet have a weakness for bread - perhaps due to all the bread thrown in for the ducks. However the thin lipped variety appear to be much more predatory preferring to chase small fish. A baited spinner is much more to their liking.

Virginia was the first to cast out. With a small piece of bread wrapped around the hook she had a very finnicky bite. I saw this and knew there were mullet in the swim that were feeding. When my float showed the slightest movement I instinctively struck and on my second attempt struck into the first mullet of the day. This fish went absolutely ballistic putting to shame any coarse fish of a similar size.

Virginia was absolutely amazed at how hard this 2lb plus fish fought. It certainly disturbed the swim and we had to wait another ten minutes before I caught another similar size fish from yet another rather dodgy bite. After another half an hour I landed my third mullet of the morning.

We continued to fish on when Virginia called my attention to a rather large black and white shape moving through the swim about a one foot down. As we looked more carefully at this strange phenomena that came in very close we could clearly see that it was a ghost carp that we estimated at about 15lb! I couldn't get my tackle quickly enough into the water as the fish disappeared under the debris floating in the corner at the side of the weir.

Imagine my delight as the float shot under and I struck into heavy resistance. The fish was on and fighting well but it did not feel heavy enough to fit the description of the fish we had been looking at. Applying steady pressure the fish came to the surface and I was looking at a common carp! The fish came to the net after a rather spirited fight to be weighed at 5lb 8oz before being carefully returned. This was the closest that I have ever hooked a carp to the sea. It was hooked only eighteen inches from pure sea water and was in very salty water. Does this merit the title of first 'sea carp'? However this was not the fish we had spotted originally.

About fifteen minutes later I had my fourth and final mullet from the same spot. This appeared to indicate that sea and coarse fish were cohabiting quite happily together. The swim then went dead, we had outstayed our welcome as far as the fish were concerned.

Buoyed up with my success we decided to pay nearby Roadford Reservoir a first visit to fish for its famous brown trout. It was here at this 720 acre reservoir that Virginia had her revenge which is a story for another time!