Root Canal Work

Another after lunch before tea trip, this time to North Norfolk's only canal. Wild fishing almost, certainly nothing stocked so what is here  is natural, apart from a few transported livebaits perhaps. It can be a busy spot enjoyed by the locals but lovely none the less. This large pound above a mill (now bijou loft living spaces) and a lock is shallow and very weedy but a noisy purple weed eater does mooch up and down now and then.

I'd have liked to lay down some hemp and fished corn but where the weed had been raked in front of me vast swathes of silkweed had grown up so just fed maggot and tried to make things a bit buoyant with fake maggots. It's close enough to clear a couple of spots and keep on top of them so maybe I'll do that.

Feeding got them boiling but I wasn't really able to work out how to get  a long slow sinking hook link to work with the weed  and drift. A long pole would have been spot on I think. I did try out the new version of the trusty Drennan Windbeater but it was ridiculously buoyant and the thin stem very tangle prone. Needs some weight down in deeper water really. So I guess the pair I bought will stay in the float tube for a while. A proper lift bite would be something to behold.

Anyhoo, a few did succumb, roach and perch but no rudd which was a surprise or dace either. I did have something bubbling close in, definitely fish not just gas escaping as the bubbles moved. There are as you'd imagine bream and tench in the canal so maybe one of those?

 

We'd booked a table in Cromer at the Welly for an early-ish tea out but the fryer had broken so no food service. Being very English the Commander in Chief queued in the rain for take out new potato chips whilst we went on the beach  with everyone else in the rain.

And of course once we'd eaten wet humble pie the rain stopped. The Hundred on the radio on the way home was good though,  the first 200 total and poor old Steven Finn going for 51 for 2 in his three sets. Let's not talk about the Test Match.