RV at the Dabbling Duck 12 15 ish with John of Two Terriers fame. Pint of Broadside for me and a Ghost Ship for John. Apparently Lord Amstrad made an appearance courtesy of his chopper but I didn't see him. We shunned a second and headed for fish soup just across the green.
Don't think John was expecting quite the heaving cauldron in front of him...
He tried manfully to avoid the little torpedoes in favour of the roach with wheat mostly and did notch up a reasonable tally, and claimed to have got bored of counting those torpedoes that did fall to his rod.
We took a brief break to tuck into the promised pork pies. And what pork pies. Bray's Cottage Pork Pies. Far too good to stop eating to take poncy pictures of. No tea today but next trip the world's best pork pies will be accompanied by scalding hot tea and later fruit cake.
I caught no roach, sticking to little pellets and ended up casting further out with minimal feed and letting the carp hook themselves.
They were mostly in top nick and all bar one of the 50 odd we caught were commons.
A cracking afternoon, in lovely surroundings and under a gorgeous summer sky.
No bivvies, barrows or buzzers were harmed making this blog.
Don't think John was expecting quite the heaving cauldron in front of him...
He tried manfully to avoid the little torpedoes in favour of the roach with wheat mostly and did notch up a reasonable tally, and claimed to have got bored of counting those torpedoes that did fall to his rod.
We took a brief break to tuck into the promised pork pies. And what pork pies. Bray's Cottage Pork Pies. Far too good to stop eating to take poncy pictures of. No tea today but next trip the world's best pork pies will be accompanied by scalding hot tea and later fruit cake.
I caught no roach, sticking to little pellets and ended up casting further out with minimal feed and letting the carp hook themselves.
They were mostly in top nick and all bar one of the 50 odd we caught were commons.
A cracking afternoon, in lovely surroundings and under a gorgeous summer sky.
No bivvies, barrows or buzzers were harmed making this blog.
Only an overloaded Land Rover
ReplyDeleteWhat were they expecting, Savay?
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