Sunday, 23 April 2017

I say, steady on

Mixed bag yesterday, a bit gloomy, windy and cold.

These  cowslips made a change from the sea of rape . Deliberately set the landowner told me proudly. And why not.

Baconsthorpe Castle was moody

And as for this. I say, steady on.

Tried another swim on the Blue Lagoon  today, for frankly paltry results. This decent roach and a tiny skimmer..

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

Yarco /Cromermory Hot Dog wars

The Boy Dickie Straker,  he of  has drawn my  attention to a  secret and dirty war being fought out on our East Coast Esplanades.

I had smuggled out secret footage  of a rather bizarre figure on the main strip in Yarco, at grave and present danger and can only release it now as a heavily redacted and doctored grainy image.

Only to find that a similar figure has been  seen at least to once in Cromermory but you know what you see on the Interweb may not always be what it seems.

The Bureboy Charabanc may have to nose down the cliff ramp, past the self propelled mowing goats in silent mode with night sight optics to remove the reported interloper. You haven't senn the self propelled mowing goats? You really should.

Perhaps it can be stationed outside No 10 to give the Mayster a fright next time she come out to gurn at us or inside the gated pub free Frinton to reinforce why they must never ever let the riff raff in..

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Stop snig (gering) at the back

A touch warmer than in Yarco yesterday and a midday start on the Blue Lagoon. Didn't fancy sitting in  a facer, not with the wind chill factor and having only tiny hemp to 'pult out.

So it was the safer and more comfortable option again.  Had to work hard to find them, to the left this time and clearly the pads and cabbages are springing up as depths very variable.

First fish and not  a bad un.

Not long after lost a very decent fish, that infuriatingly gave that all important flash of red.  Pain dulled  a little by a stubborn and characteristic tug of war that had the passing Noddy train driver tooting in approval. Bigger than the last one certainly. The snig that is. Not the Noddy train driver.

Now this one really did give me palpitations until I saw the bluish dorsal. If daddy and mummy were all roach I would have been shaking as it neared the net. Heavily infested with black spot. Given it's largely bream parentage it was not as solid as it's length and depth would suggest so only just made the pound. If it were a roach I would have been punching the air and saluting the Noddy train, driver and all.

Who's the daddy more jelly babies for you. (Ray Winston, Scum) The only thing that kept me out of real Penitentiary. As opposed to the half way house I was dumped in. And not getting caught..

Last bite from the last last cast of the short session and the tip just carried on down in an impressive parabola. The thing from the Blue Lagoon  on the other end just thumped  deep, sending up clouds of bubbles, even in 7 feet. It then buried itself under the staging. I thought one last pull then slacken off to see if it would wriggle out. The hook link parted and I was left to ruminate and blank out the imagined snig (gering.)

Different league to the first one for sure.

Now traditional selected group shot

And an added bonus of toad-poles on the mat. The mudpigs on my very local water gorge on them.

Just had to Knock, Knock on Heaven's Door on the way home. Lord Lite of Thorrington knows what I saw. I texted him three times.

Monday, 17 April 2017

Been up Yarco

Bright but very cold in Yarco yesterday which  kept the great unwashed mostly in the penny slots and off the beach. Which is just the way we like it, we like it, we like it

Bright and garish is the way we do it.

And what  a class act. Don't get many of those in Seawick

Go on, you are impressed

An empty shell.

And the fuel of the nation.

Sunday, 16 April 2017

All the Young Dudes

Looks like things are changing on my very local water. The stockie mudpigs have settled well and are piling on the weight. Clouding up the water too.

Seems there are changes afoot on the bream front as well. Several mint fresh skimmers then this one that has made the jump up to bream size, and a minter as well. Wonder how long the old guard will keep going now the young turks are muscling in.

It was a tad fresh and I was truly chilled to my bones. Did lose a long  tinca (they always are  on here) and I ran out of my fave Kamasan B520  #14 spade ends.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

Skimming the cream

Wednesday and another more local early start early finish so on to the Blue Lagoon with a bucket of tiny hemp and a pint and  half of reds, and lots of fiendish things like dumbells, wafters, maggot clips etc for future use.

Wind a bit keen and  converse draw quite pronounced. First 3 casts roach, hybrid and  perch set the tone. Harder work today but changes bought rewards.

When you are dotted right down it either just  blips under or as here lifts slightly as the bottom no 8 is lifted slightly.

7-8 feet 2 rods out and they do bend the tip  nicely. The perch always feel initially bigger.

I did get a bit  nervous when I saw the first flash but even in the Blue Lagoon once you don't see a flash of roachy red you breathe a bit easier. A blush of dual heritage blue but no redness to the eyes.

And some of the best of the bunch.

I could of done with  a warmer wind but satisfying none the less. Think the roachh at least starting to plump up a bit.

Sunday, 9 April 2017

If I hide my head you can't see me right?

Sometimes you have to stop to smell the roses. Mobile technology helps and a few minutes in a good coffee house to answer some emails is within the bounds and a brief stop to stretch the legs after 30 minutes sitting is now a diktat from on high. A tick in the box of care for your employees with benefits. Legs stretched..

The Commander in Chief had gone up to that there London to spend a weekend with the Metropolitan Elite so it was out and about in the Bureboy Charabanc with the Little 'uns. First full weekend of decent weather and even warm in and around Cromer. Which is not always the case.

Walled kitchen gardens are always warmer, by design.

And even warmer with glass and heat.

Old plum, older wall.

Jungle warfare

The Dovecote is always a favourite.

If I can't see you...

Early heat in the borders

And Daddy's Little Helper. Ding dog indeed.

And still light at 8. Most excellent.