Monday was wet, very wet. I did load up the charabanc but this was as near as I got to actually fishing. Though it was full I think it would have been fishable but the rain said no. Well, I did but the rain was bellowing in my ear as well.
Tuesday, 28 December 2021
Monday, 27 December 2021
Haven't been anywhere since Friday so here are a couple from my brief trudge round the muddy field over the back on Christmas night.
Only comes out once a year but a classic BureBoi Villas starter. With Littlest'uns favoured sausage dog motif
I tend to weigh in booze wise for the puds and cheese end of the meal so the Marsala from the Settled for Now Prodigal and Creative's braised carrots and caramelised shallot gravy and a cracking tawny port were sent round to the left as is decreed.
Sunday, 19 December 2021
I had some pre-lockdown errands down in Devil Dog Land, once finished dropped in on a very old stamping ground, the Essex/Suffolk border delineating River Stour in search of a few chub, courtesy of the Essex Scribbler. I haven't fished this stretch for over 30 years and decided a nice pint of Adnams Southwold would be a suitable livener and so it proved, and at a very nice £3.90 as well. No London prices here.
Saturday, 18 December 2021
Fog and mizzle, not even the halcyon blur of a kingfisher could lighten up the gloom, mild though and not a breath of wind. River full to the brim but steady. Maggots nearly a month old and still going. Primed the swim and second trot a missed bite. Didn't miss the next one. Not a netter but what I'd hoped for anyway. A freshly minted roach and a joy to behold.
Sunday, 12 December 2021
Funny old day, and surprisingly mild. If the river hadn't come up again I might have given it a go.. drove round a bit, just checking though. That is a statue squatting by the tree. I think....
And this is a blurry peacock lighting up the stygian gloom
Saturday, 11 December 2021
I did wave a rod around after stocking up the bait freezer and riddling my 3 week old red maggots. No bait dropper employed but a scrag end pollan head down the edge of some furious brown ditch water, listening to the clamouring rooks making their way to their evening resting spot. Something did turn in the fast current but nothing disturbed the scrag end in the hour I poked it about in some slightly slacker spots. And of, course as I consigned it to the clacking claws of the waiting crays and folded down the rod the river visibly slowed, someone must have adjusted a sluice. Might be worth waving a rod about tomorrow. Or not.
You can't see them here but I could. Three (it's often three) buzzards wheeling over that copse on the ridge. My work commute affords me many sightings of buzzards, red kites, kestrels on my way in and out of work. Thrills me every time, every day. And veeeeeeerrrrry occasionally a big ole sea eagle flies over Fakenham on its way to the North Norfolk marshes and coastal reserves (tracked by tag). Twice over my charabanc, and the last time being harried by a kite and buzzard for handy size comparison. They are biiiiiiig. I can't see why people still persecute such magnificent birds, trap crows and magpies and as locally recently earth up badger sets. But I'd happily see inland cormorants decimated. Nowt as contrary as folk.
Friday, 10 December 2021
Haven't got any rods out of any description since the 1st but have wandered about looking at other things which will probably pop up till I do wave a rod about again.
Lovely skies yesterday, and my car GPS told me I was at the dizzying for round these parts 13 feet above sea level. Nose bleed time. Looking towards Walpole Cross Keys and a bit further away Lincolnshire as opposed to Cambridgeshire and Suffolk. Though a high flying drone would see those too. I opted for point and shoot from the side of the car after checking on comms.
Wednesday, 1 December 2021
The arse end of Arwen had filled up my river so it was time to find some stillwater pike to go at. Somewhere not to far from the car as rain was forecast, and with some shelter from the wind. I 'd planed to take the stove for fresh victuals but the forecast put me off. It was gone ten before I'd squelched down the sodden clay path to the last swim on the river bank of the pond and got the bank sticks in. I had half a bluey and 4 pollan and a back up lamprey pack (I'm too mean to use them) and planned to work them back to the first shelf, twitching the float ledgered baits every so often as the weed was minimal though the leaf debris not quite so much.
I'd bought the big coat today but I've got too big for it and ALDI don't do 2 x's up so it wasn't that comfortable but required anyway what with the wind and later the rain. I'd even donned a thermal layer. I'd just bought the right hand rod in a nads when the float dipped and line began paying out from the baitrunner. A spirited tussle and tail walk before it was in the onion bag, my first fished for pike from the pond for quite a while and conveniently it had shed the trebles in the skanky onion bag. It hadn't shed this tiny eyed hook though. Very nice fish to kick off with. Plump. Like me
Friday, 19 November 2021
A lot of Norfolk is still owned by a small number of people. When I first started work up here after moving back in the early 90's I was staggered at first to meet families still living in tied houses under a feudal landlord.
I guess these days its the car washers and land workers that are being trafficked and under the thrall of their robber baron shady gang masters so that puts it in perspective.
And they don't add Capability Brown and Repton grandeur to the landscape we have come to love. I pass this gate most days on my long commute and it's a handy stop to relieve myself of the boujie coffee and check my tasks for the day or log into the tyranny of the morning check-in.
Sunday, 14 November 2021
Them witches must have been hiding in plain sight yesterday and put a hex on (no such word as enduction Buh), I went back for the last hour today and the course of the glide had changed a bit, strong enough to pull the line off the pin but there seemed to be a surfeit of much smaller fish which grabbed the double grubs and drifted down in the flow. It didn't rain which was a bonus but it wasn't as much fun as yesterday, most of the time it was like batting a small leaf back up the flow. Same mix of roach, dace and a pair of gudgeon again.
The Saturday blues had me in their thrall, almost constant light drizzle with sharper bursts of rain. Two fresh pints of reds from Dangling Indirect and a few turning not so fresh ones burning a hole in the fridge and no prospect of pressing them into use despite the forecast showing 12 % chance of rain.
Dangling Indirect though..currently victim to a cyber attack that diverts browsers to the long stay carp angler's favourite Porn Hub. Delicious irony there I think. And many a meme spawned. And of course since most of their online ware is famously out of stock anyway no change there then....
All that aside I wanted to go fishing but not get wet and miserable. Chores done then a late lunch in a bowl and not the bankside flask. LIDL Deluxe Spicy Chorizo and Sun Dried Tomato (with added anchovy paste). Cheap but lovely.
Sunday, 7 November 2021
Just a quick walk around a local estate lake today, brisk cold wind but the beech trees still hold their burnished copper leaves.