Essex Scrbibler's recent charter boat reprise had me scanning for old gold.
Couple of trips way back when..
Down Berkshire way, and the night of the Kennet storm. After a charge down the motorway with Smeg Sawyer berating Mak Lite(pre-Scribbler) and Guzzaman who wasn't speed limited an evening in the pub was followed by neurotic old me trying not to be in direct contact with a metal tent pole when sharing a 1 man tent with brick shit house Smeg in a rather splendid thunderstorm. Straight off fishing again, with no chance to even think about replicating my normal 2 flasks of tea and one of coffee.
Afore mentioned Smeg Sawyer
And one he caught earlier. August 1992 the writing on the back says. Very much tank driver chic.
This was also down the A140 to the Stour, and what I remember was mad eyed screamer territory, a gaunt, haunted old woman with blood shot eyes and gouged in blue eye paint, also I think clutching a carrier bag?
This 11+ fish was caught by the Scribbler, swum past Smeg and then took my bait as well. One of many fish that day from a very small area. 14th March 1992