I don't know why it should, but it comes as a bit of a surprise to see a boat trawling this far up Fareham creek.
It looks, or more accurately sounds, like they are after the shellfish which must lie in the channel.
I always thought the mud didn't have any mussels or anything like that in it, but they must be out there, where the water never leaves - even at low tide.
A lone fisherman over the other side of the creek was shouting and waving his fist at the trawler, presumably because they had broken his line. Why he didn't simply reel in beforehand is somewhat of a mystery to me.