26	Wednesday JULY

A fishy Norwegian adventure. Things started very early and rather slowly...

But with the help of the sonar fish finder we soon tracked them down, with Lee landing a dogfish that put up a huge fight.

Naturally, we followed the ancient Norwegian tradition of slapping Alex, the youngest member of the crew, with the first catch of the day.

And soon we were weighed down with some hefty pollocks.

Edward, having a splendid time.

Approaching a small fishing village on the Lofoten Islands off the coast of Norway.

With moods as up and down as a bride's nightie, Edward didn't seem too happy with this whopper he landed.

In fact it seemed not a lot could impress Edward apart from his can of lager.

We hit the inevitable thunderstorms and massive downpours - this one about 20 miles off the coast of Kristianstad. But the more hardy risked being struck by lightning and ploughed on with the mackerel gathering.

Check out that whopper.