We’re just bobbing along drifting slowly with the tide, or perhaps the light breeze is pushing us slightly. Having been in this spot for a couple of minutes without a single bite Jo decides it’s time to move.

She paddles a short distance towards a yellow marker buoy, where last year we caught a couple of decent sized snapper, well decent for us is just over the legal size.

As soon as the lines are in and Jo gets a few nibbles, then all is quiet again. She brings in her line only to find the bait has gone. I do the honours and fix some more squid to her line. Looks like we’ll be feeding the fish again today.

Down goes her line, nibble nibble again. She starts to reel in. ‘I think I’ve got this one’

Then it’s nibble nibble on my line. Shall I try to catch this brat or get ready to help Jo?

‘I think this one’s a decent size can you get the net ready’

I carefully place my rod across my lap, pleading for my fish to take my bait and wait until I’ve sorted Jo’s out.

Jo’s nearly reeled her line in. I place the landing net in the water ready.

‘Holy shit!’ Jo screams as she throws her fishing tackle into the sea and grabbing her paddle in one blurred movement.

‘Christ’ did I just imagine that or did Jaws just swim under us. It’s bright eye stared at me, just before it turned away from my pathetically small landing net, it’s body as round as our kayak.

By the time I realised what had happened Jo was screaming. ‘Get paddling, we’re not staying here.’ Her arms paddling frantically like one of those toy wind up swimmers you played with in your bath as a child.