The bastard wind is still a bastard but it's calmed down a bit so not sandpaper scouring strength yesterday on the coast. Blakeney was heaving but East Runton wasn't. Not sure if the thermonuclear device singed any eyebrows in Blakeney and the Burnhams Boden land after we lit the blue touch paper and retreated in an Easterly fashion...
No retaliatory doomsday pyrotechnics were visited on us less gentile beach goers though in the commoners area. Cromer (that bit just round the corner) was also heaving but with the great unwashed whilst we were the distanced unwashed stragglers. Living on the edge I guess. Littoraly..
The Little Uns enjoyed the surf and the rock pool turf and of course an ice cream.
No retaliatory doomsday pyrotechnics were visited on us less gentile beach goers though in the commoners area. Cromer (that bit just round the corner) was also heaving but with the great unwashed whilst we were the distanced unwashed stragglers. Living on the edge I guess. Littoraly..
The Little Uns enjoyed the surf and the rock pool turf and of course an ice cream.
Chores done off down to Golden Pond for the first time for a while. Lots of new bods on so I've kept off to let them explore which is only fair. However I knew all was quiet so I treated myself to an hour from first cast to locking up on the way out. It's never quiet on Golden Pond though. There is the incessant B road traffic and the sound of the mournful wail of the Noddy trains just down the valley. Deer barking, the occasional Midsomer Murders fox call, (usually) three buzzards mewing, a wealth of conifer dwelling birds and carp and pike boshing about. The rhodos have gone over, along with the flag iris
My usual Source mini over pellet under a puddle chucker. Every bite trundled to the right which indicated bream. Nothing big but golden rather than bronzed, picked out nicely by the fill-in flash.They seemed to have adapted this colouration in the shrinking water. Several are recognisable old friends but have definitely taken on a different hue. But quite distinct from the extremely pretty
rudd x bream hybrids.
One bite just sailed off (not a tench as they sidle to the left) and it was a mudpig, but sadly and most unusually even with quite savage hauling away from the pads a #12 barbless QM1 was left in the fish but they mostly drop out when the pressure is released.
Sunday saw a window in the middle of a bright and hot day. Not ideal, but a good chance to unwind. I'd turned the cricket on on the way down as I now have DAB and 7 overs in the Windies were being penned in at 7 for 1 with Anderson in mean form. It made perfect sense then to settle on the freshly freshly manicured Lawns rather than the frantic ping pong in the Royal Box. Ok, this pic was from the Royal Box but the bait remains the same....yellow peril pineapple was a stand out but the shocking pink tuna garnered some interest.
As expected the heat and brightness took it's toll even 8 feet down and I didn't pull up any trees but it was nice enough being there. I spotted a decent grassie and a kingfisher put on a show.
Grub up chaps.
A left and right on the peril and the tuna.
This roach fair shot off on the baitrunner.
And after a period of inactivity
a few pults of hemp got then going and this silt grubbing grey gobbed bream finished off the slightly longer session at a whopping 4 hours.
Oh and I turned on the DAB to hear a frankly ludicrous give them singles on 35 to win with 5 in the hutch ineptitude from Stokes. Roooooooot required.
As expected the heat and brightness took it's toll even 8 feet down and I didn't pull up any trees but it was nice enough being there. I spotted a decent grassie and a kingfisher put on a show.
Grub up chaps.
A left and right on the peril and the tuna.
This roach fair shot off on the baitrunner.
And after a period of inactivity
a few pults of hemp got then going and this silt grubbing grey gobbed bream finished off the slightly longer session at a whopping 4 hours.
Oh and I turned on the DAB to hear a frankly ludicrous give them singles on 35 to win with 5 in the hutch ineptitude from Stokes. Roooooooot required.
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