About Time Solutions ‘Titanic’ crew go Fishing

On April 9th the About Time Solutions Titanic Mk11 crew assembled for their maiden voyage and dangerous sea adventure into uncharted waters against gale force winds, 30 foot waves and dangerous sea creatures!

Really I hear you say? This is a Fishermans story and open to exaggeration. Ok, we assembled for a works jolly starting off with a breakfast and downing seas sickness pills. We then meet skipper Paul, owner of the Ruby D, and after getting on board, eagerly awaiting our days fishing in the Bristol Channel. On board was John ‘Toasty’, Richard ‘sea legs’ (owns a boat!) Jack ‘carp man’, Charlie ‘lucky strike’ Paul ‘Huntsman’, myself Bob ‘throw-up’ and Gareth ‘windmill’.

With bait and rod ready we were all set to empty the sea, and travel back within an hour as the hold possibly couldn’t hold more than a ton. We talked about all the cod recipes we could use and wondered if we had enough freezer space at home. Oh yes we were ready, fired up and starting off very excited on a nice morning with the water like a mill pond.

ATS Shop Fitting Team Swindon, Bristol, Bath Oxford

After clearing the lock the sea got a bit choppy and the rain stared to drizzle. We were even fighting against a high tide. The stomach was deciding if the breakfast, sea sickness pills and a sea sickness arm band was sufficient or should it give up its contents? However we soon found our first spot, dropped anchor and with a hot coffee in one hand a rod in the other, the sun started to shine (although it was very cold) all seemed well. Even the sea was being kind.

Before setting out we had a tote on ‘who was going to catch the first fish?’ so we were eager to get fishing as surely in the next minute or so I was going to land an enormous cod and pocket the readies. At this point I promise you I was not suffering from concussion or still in bed dreaming. No the rod was going to bend, a mammoth cod was going to fight me, I was going to land it and with the money buy a fish kettle to steam it. Well as five minutes passed I was a little worried I was not going to be the first, and hour later I wondered if I would actually catch anything and worst still had my hook had fallen off? Two hours later my thoughts turned to ‘is ANYBODY’ going catch anything other than a cold? Then it happened, and it was not a surprise that Charlie ‘lucky strike’ bagged, or better still netted the first fish. It was only at the end of the day we learned that on a previous trip Charlie ‘lucky strike’ caught something like 100’s of fish whilst the reminding group combined total was a hand full. To make things worse, the group was fully kitted up but Charlie ‘lucky strike’ turned up with an antique bamboo fishing rod loaned from his great, great granddad or might have been from the History museum, but nevertheless still thrashed everyone. Had we known then we might of handicapped him, like asked him to fish without bait and a hook whilst doing a handstand, but somehow I think he still would have beaten us all. Now for the smug picture with the winning fish!


Well to rub the salt in, his fishing pal Jack ‘carp man’ then landed another. A tri-pod specimen..




The boasting was unbearable. Not that we were jealous of their endeavours, not that we regretted their moment of sheer joy and good luck, of course not. We just wished it was us!! LOL. However every cloud has a silver lining, the ones above us were black and grey, but you know what I mean. It indicated that the fish are biting and that very shortly we will be proudly parading our fish for the camera and that you will be also seeing my smiling face.

Our attention was now firmly fixed on the tip of our rods, who was next , me, John ‘Toasty’, Richard ‘sea legs’ or even annoying (but loveable) Gareth ‘ windmill’??



“FISH ON !!!!” was the cry. Well my rod was not bending over like a belly dancer doing the limbo, so who was it?? Charlie ‘lucky strike’ or is it now ‘double strike?’ strikes again. Well that’s now 2 out of 3 fish. However this fish proved to be a right problem. The skipper identified it as a pregnant female with a pup. So we decided to catch and release. But before she was put back into the water she managed to bite our skipper! I think you could say it was the 4th bite of the day, but we will not go there too much as we plan some more trips and don’t want to be banned! Oh dam it, yes we will.. Skipper was bleeding all over the place. (Note I didn’t take a cheap shot and say plaice). A day before I went fishing I managed to cut my finger and just in case the serious wound opened up (well the little nick) I have done the boy scout thing and came prepared with plasters. However it was only after skipper had nearly bleed to death that I remembered ‘I have PLASTERS! ’.