At low water between Tenby and Monkstone, on a big spring tide.

I was looking for prawns in a hole, and got a few out, then as I went round the corner saw a big claw a few inches below the muddy water, and lunged for it. I reckon the hole went right the way through, and I pushed it out.

I know the exact spot, and I'm hoping that it is such an attractive hole that another lobby will have ensconced itself by next year, if the sand levels (which move up and down a bit) are right.

That was the end of prawning for the day, as I had to take it home in the net.

This is it before cooking, in the net I used.

David