My Island Paradise

Saturday dawned bright but with a certain easterly nip. Work party duties called and I was entrusted with a fabulous tool, a hammer stapler to pin down health and safety regulation chicken wire on platforms. I must say I liked it very much, but don't think that I will ever be old enough for a proper  nail gun. I have got my electric chainsaw wings, but as with the nail gun, I haven't enough years in me to earn my petrol driven chainsaw stripes. Whilst the big boys played with their grown up toys I returned my foundling 3m net pole to it's rightful place on my Island Paradise. I hadn't seen it since Golden Pond was closed for what we thought might be the last  time ever following two drought springs, but it had been put to one side by one of the guardians who had watched over the shrunken pond  as it filled up again right through the wettest autumn/winter/spring ever. Pesky thing has over fit joints which must be the worst design/cleverest way to get you to buy another one ever. So it has a place on my Island Paradise with my rapidly rotting stink net as  I can't break it down and the stink net is really too stinky to put in the car anymore.

Good job it's not video with sound...lovely place don't you think. That was mostly bare silt this time last year. Miraculous that anything survived.

Beach duties called, and though we hadn't got a  cold clammy  haar, the onshore breeze  was quite chilly so barely a toe was dipped before the Little Uns were sniffing out the chips from Will's Plaice (see what he did there) and Mr Whippy cones for afters, one with sprinkles, one with a flake. Chores done  and off to a much quieter Golden Pond for an hour before curfew so the Big Uns could watch the Champo League finals. You all  know the tactics by now, and I'm sure you all know just how much I love this stuff. As do most fish I'd say. It's a fridge life bait that lasts for yonks but breaks  down quite quickly in the water.

No silkweed as my informant told me down this end yet, but still quite choddy. One of the problems fishing in shallow water, even with stubby Puddle Chucker  is that bites are often liners and striking false bites can be quite frustrating. One tench tore about but came off and one bream stayed stuck, on my very last last cast. An old friend with a twisted upper lobe to it's tail.  A golden bream, from Golden Pond.