Pre-Easter temperatures soaring, a couple of days off and what to do? None of my local club waters or day ticket options open till 1st April so I hit the much travelled commute route to a lake the other side of Fakenham, that should have warmed up a bit. Stopped for a coffee to get some change for the day ticket but card only. Never mind, they must have change right? Stopped for a bit to drink my coffee. Pleasant spot where the Glaven is forded. Let's hope that blossom does not foretell a blackthorn winter cold snap, though snow at Easter is not that unusual event.
Wednesday, 31 March 2021
Sunday, 21 March 2021
Monday, 15 March 2021
Saturday and still big blustery bastard wind. Sat in the charabanc for a while but it wasn't gong to ease so shouldered the gear and slid and slipped along the muddy path, up Roach Straight and through the gate. The Royal Confluence was calling but with a strict curfew I trudged to the head of Cyanide Straight, my decision taken due to the absence of otter tracks in the muddy margins, usually it's thick with them but not today.
Cyanide Straight? Well. It has been incredibly kind in the past, with a memorable last day, many moons back that featured this donkey of 23lb, several doubles
Sunday, 14 March 2021
That single roach from the last outing had me hoping. The weather forecasts not so much. More bastard wind and more bastard rain. Glimmers of hope each day from 4ish. By that the forecast meant a drop from 45 mph to 23 mph with an 18% chance of rain. DIY impinged, needed to get and fit replacement shower screen. Up onto the Cromer Ridge to perform the click and collect formalities then on to the Georgian market town ( no market) of Holt to get a non clock and collectable tin of white matt Revell modelling paint. Quiver tips never get a full length matt white finish these days, some never at all.
Wednesday, 10 March 2021
The fishing has continued to be a grueller. Until yesterday I'd fished 3 stretches of my very local river, and 5 areas, trotting without a bite, or a sign of a fish. People I spoke to suffering similar fates. Bad weather incoming for the end of the week. What to do?
I had business a bit further afield yesterday so on the way back stopped on the Wensum. Much milder, no big coat required. Chose a location just in the city limits so free fishing. The non tidal Wensum is a gusty, ballsy river, much stronger than the Bure I'm used to. Settled on a bend with a smoother glide. Buzzard a bit incongruous on the edge of one of Norwich's biggest estates, a flash of iridescence from a kingfisher and two distanced herons stalking the flood plain. The constant hum from the chemical works. once home to May and Baker and a legacy of heavy metal contamination down the Wensum and the Yare which it eventually becomes at Trowse, home to heavy metal of a different sort, the marshalling and depot yards of Crown Point.
Friday, 5 March 2021
Whilst it didn't rain and was a lot brighter today it was as cold, if not colder today and my mood was worsened by sinus/wisdom tooth bother. I stayed longer though. Was in the dace slack and though they were there it was hard work as the down streamer was making a loop of line from pin to butt ring and many of the bites were almost straight after swinging the 5AA Avon out whilst I was sorting the loop out. I've got a pin with a removable line guard on order for just these conditions.
Mostly dace with just two small roach for variation. A small shopping bag's worth, not a bin liner full. I'd hoped for a nice bag shot, even if it was a smallish bag. However, the landing net got swept in as I got the camera ready and on retrieval only two occupants remained, not even enough for a long life net veg bag shot.
Thursday, 4 March 2021
Out on the flood plain after pike this afternoon. It was cold, wet and I packed in early. Doesn't help the confidence when every gap is an otter slide. Not a touch, not even from a crayfish.
Tuesday, 2 March 2021
Bugger off fishing I was told. So I did. Cold enough for the thermals but dry, and minimal wind, though when it did occasionally sneak up it was very mean spirited. Only a brief session and for the first time for a while up at the top of the syndicate stretch. Hard work searching the pool with double red maggot for any interest, and just the one bite, from this very spirited brownie, probably not quite a pound and three quarters as not very plump for it's length. Been recently got at too in the tail. Looked more like otter claws than pike teeth. A lucky survivor either way.
First day of the last week of home schooling and the natives were restless. Very restless. But Dad, you promised we could go fishing. (I hadn't). But we posted the letters and you said we could go fishing (well, when Bozza says yes and it's warm and the lake is open). But you said we could go fishing.
So we did. Cold, wet , muddy and fastish river. No 3m whips to hand today. Half a bluey, nailed down in any suitable slack. Which conveniently was about 20 yards from the charabanc. Now girls, we might only catch a crayfish, not a pike. Just watch the float, the rod tip and that buzzer thing. Gosh, fishing is complicated when you think about it. So they watched and listened intently.
Monday, 1 March 2021
Very bright afternoon so thoughts of roach cast aside and out with the pike rods headed up to the church reach and probably the last hour in Bungalow Bill territory. Bozza's lock down 3 or is it 4.0 has seen a massive increase in walking and the flood bank saw an almost constant stream of passers by. A halved bluey static up and down the near margin then across was my tactic for the afternoon.
No kitchen sink drama, or Prick Up You Ears here Buh. Though I did like A Kind of Loving on the telebox with Joanne Whalley before she got Kilmered. So, here's my stab at Friday Night, Saturday Morning. Work done, and conveniently ending on the coast road, a flint pebble throw from the Staithe at the eponymous Burnham Overy Staithe, I'd been through Chelsea near the Sea on the way, and still floods on the Green. The reason for my brief Staithe-side stop? An unfolding anti-cyclonic sunset, that's what. Tide making, oyster catchers peeping and Discovery Evoque's purring. Bet many holiday home owners were watching it too, hunkered down away from the prying eyes of the Curtain Twitcher Stasi Snitchers. Until their braying draws the attention of the local plod, and getting sent back home with several 200 quid fines per Discovery and a stern talking to, at a suitable distance and through the standard blue mask. Rozzers do love a nice Bimmer to drive don't they?