We’re three months into being first time parents and the novelty is just starting to wear off… We’ve survived the initial shock and we’re now settling into a new normalcy. It’s been brilliant, but the adrenalin’s ebbed away and I’m starting to feel it.

In recent weeks I’ve learnt a new level of tiredness – the new normal – so I’ll just have to like it or lump it. It doesn’t bode well for my rock-fishing, but then neither does living two-plus hours from the coast – and that’s never been a problem! My jaunts to Dorset have always been a rare treat, something to be treasured. And they still are, albeit a rarer treat now – but importantly they’re not off the table.

I get out just enough and, in a way, it keeps things fresh – as conditions are never the same on any two given days. If the rocks were closer to home they’d inevitably loose their sparkle, or I’d get lazy… But when the alarm went off at 4am this weekend I had no trouble getting up. I couldn’t get out the door quick enough, in fact! Sleep deprived or not, some things never change. The sun was shining and the Portland Bill wrasse were feeding…