A summers evening spent watching the warmth go down while crabbing on the river side at Mudeford with Unke Hilton.
(That’s pronounced Muddy Ford rather than Mude Ford which is why it’s spelt Mudeford.)
The little ones weren’t biting but the family next to us made a generous donation which passers by were somewhat impressed by.
F even gave demonstrations!
Wrapped up the day with chips from the cafe.