Three men in a big boat

I was outside the Greyhound having a fag and a pint with Judy and our mates when I overheard fishing talk, as you do, between a couple of blokes attached to our crowd. A boat trip was being organised out of Lyme Regis and on enquiry it transpired that they were short on numbers, so I pledged myself in. Not having been out on a boat for few years now it seemed like a good prospect and though it was some distance to travel for a days fishing, not beyond the pale. If the weather was fair then I would not drop out, I promised. Foul weather, well, we'd have to see!