Sundays are for fishing, but where to go? Fancied my usual long walk, fishing final three hours of the ebb followed by first three of the flood. But that plan went out the window as I did not have sufficient bait for that length of time. Went crabbing on Thu. and par the course at this time of year, every stone was upside down, or left standing on edge. Must have re-set about five hundred, probably in vain. So all I managed were about twenty five with the biggest about the size of a fifty pence piece. So Carsethorn area it had to be. Fishing 2pm. until 5 pm. with high tide at 6.30 pm. Not another angler in sight although weather was quite good. Got the gear out of the boot, and discovered that I had left my waders in the shed. Not going a 40 mile round trip to get them so I would join the wet sock club. Got to my mark just as the tide began to pick up speed. A smallish tide today meant it came in a lot slower, so no need to rush about.The usual flat beach was full of holes and mounds. I liked the look of this, as I thought that it might attract the bass. Almost right away, two flounder, one on each rod, the heaviest around a pound and a half. Then a slow retreat accumulating another six flounder. Missed one good bite probably myself to blame for cramming too much bait onto a small hook, and lost another whilst reeling in. No other species today, but another enjoyable short session, but my new trainers will need to go into the washing machine.