Dad was a fanatic when it came to Sea Angling.Every spare hour he had he'd be on the pier or down the beach looking for "ragworm" or "pillion".Many a time we were all there with him. We were all schooled in the expertise of gathering "bait"! I remember the Lifeboat being called to help an angler "stranded" on the "Featherbed Rock". When they got there and realised it was Dad they said to each other "Oh it's only Dickie Shenton, he'll be O.K." then after shouting "Allright Dickie"? and getting a wave back went on their merry way and left Dad to it.