Popping my mixed breed pup Daisy into my car, I drove to the beach so I could cast a line off the shore.
I’d been beach fishing – also known as surfcasting – since I was four, when my grandparents Eileen and Frank showed me the ropes.
It was the ultimate escape. Parking at Haumoana Beach, in Hawke’s Bay, NZ, around 5pm, I loved its seclusion. I was often the only one there.
‘Come on, girl,’ I said to Daisy, walking her on the lead down to the water.
After securing her to one of the
