Catching the elusive lobster
Tony Jenkins continues to go lobster catching on the Gower coast - never knowing for sure when that elusive lobster would come.
"It started as an urge to catch things... I've had it since a small boy... minnows first in a flour bag net, then roach... even gudgeon from the canal, grass snakes.
When I was older... trout.
When the mortgage was payed off... salmon.
My father was an expert in everything he did, and I couldn't compete with him... but we did have one meeting point... lobsters... catching them by hand.
Gower, where we spent family holidays, juts out into the Bristol Channel where there is a huge rise and fall in tide. Once a month, rocks are exposed where lobsters and crabs hide.
I go down Slade Valley to the sea as excited at 60 as I was at seven. Left along the Brinks... at Lucas point I follow a gully going out to the sea, and No-Man... an island at low tide... twenty foot buried at high... barren? not a bit of it... this is Ellis's pool... the only lobster hole my father showed me... there may be one at the back of the underwater ledge... got one?... yes... but a bit small... back it goes.
Here's a better haul with me looking a bit smug... well, they're not bad, are they?
When I was a young man, my ambition was to catch a lobster to match my father's best. That big one was elusive. When was it going to come? Then, just three weeks before my father died, I caught it... and a pool full of lobster it was too... and I showed it to my dad.
It was as if a spell had been broken... just in time."
Tony whistling - "Ar lan y Mor"
Tony Jenkins