Got them back end blues.

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.

 

As I was there, and I needed to pee and re-hydrate it made sense to stop for a now permitted take away coffee and cake on  a local bench. Lovely it was too. Cross Street Union. Worth a stop I'd say.

Brightening up, so stopped en route home  to use the conveniences (again, its my age and gender) and look at the pier from afar before tooting the friendly customer facing person of the House of Mammon on the way past, his head full of podcast and material for one word book reviews. 

Oh to be able to travel to places like this with ease of conscience outside the strictures of essential work and retail and bladder emptying. As long as we minimise. Not long now.

Set about the shower screen but thwarted by over tightened self tapping screws with easy to burr heads and low profile. Bugger. Off to the river to ponder and wait for the wind to drop.  A glorious spot to ponder I'm sure you will agree with the glorious sound of the mill race pounding away..

The contractually obliged yearly selfie  and the pounding mill race.

Up to Roach Straight, though a bit more sheltered I went for flake on the tip to give me a bit more DIY pondering time. 

Don't use bread as often as I should and never know whether to go larger gape fine wire or standard eyed hooks. And that nagging, and frankly ridiculous  "is it still on?" 

As it was the bread did say on, but the tip wasn't troubled with a bite till I put on a two halves of a broken dendro. Not troubling enough to give reason for  a strike and that was my lot. Home to ponder some more about the recalcitrant screws and paint my tips a paler shade of white. 

Then set about the  Newky Brown. And why not. It's not McEwan's Champion, or Abbot but it'll do (and it's got an extra 50ml).