Friday 30 December 2022

In which BureBoi catches a fish

My poor old mum is really not well at all now so it's down the A140 as often as I can and I really did need a head clear when I left so dropped off at the Suffolk Stour on the way home to do just that and it really helped to have a mardle with the Loafer as I lay waste to the hungry chub population of the Stour.......

A hint of light breaking out of what had been a leaden, wet sky and in sheltered spots out of  a fierce wind quite mild  

I had fish in each of the three swims in which I cast my Warby Blue folded over a #6 Super Specialist but only connected with one (much to the Loafer's surprise when I did),  a lovely drop back and slackliner and I had to give line as it headed out in to the main flow. The Loafer made a bit of  a hash with the spaghetti like net handle and micro pan net but I skilfully guided it in to save his blushes...

It was a cracking 'lil chub of (the Loafer guessed it spot on ) 3lb 6oz nicely hooked in the top lip.

I have been instructed to buy a proper net handle btw.

Monday 12 December 2022

Hoar and doors

This post was supposed to have featured a few poached pet chub from the Loafer's best swims. As it was he sneaked up and tied my line behind my spool and round the rod handle whilst I was baiting up a few spots and declared the trip ending tangle as a direct consequence of having too small rod eyes (too small for him to be able to see to thread the line through, nothing to do with the sharp frost).

Just as well as I took lots of pictures of Dedham and it's doors then.

It's a very picturesque village, more Jon Boi than the London set though as its quite Essexish. Which is a good thing. Friendly folk generally. 

Had been  a bit parky on the way down, -5C most of the way. Pretty though. 

Not having a breakfast with this flat white didn't go down too well, cutlery, napkins and menu whisked away whilst the chip and pin reader was thrust in my mush before the saucer had hit the table. Weird buggers in South Norfolk.

Wednesday 7 December 2022

Hick from the sticks

Hugh Cornwell was back in town (or should I say City, cos it is a fine one) so I jumped on a train and wended my way over the Novi Sad  Friendship Bridge to a seemingly shut up Adrian Flux Waterfront. Loitering in the shadows were a few white haired old uns so I knew I was in the right place and eventually the roller door was rolled and we patiently filed in depositing our zimmers in the zimmer  park and I headed off to get my first Stella, and found a comfy spot leaning on the stage front railings, a handy place to stash my cosy scarf and big coat whilst the place slowly filled. Pre gig music plenty of decent dub.

He's an old bugger, Hugh Cornwell, 73 in fact but then most of us weren't far off. Stuck in Daily Mail Land I liked.  

He came back out for some Stranglers classics like Peaches and Nice and Sleazy and stuff I didn't know but after my 3rd Stella I had to leg it for the last train home at 10.45pm  or face a  16 mile walk or 50 quid for a taxi.  I like a train ride so it worked out well for this hick from the sticks and just 10 mins walk from the station home to boot. That's Norwich Thorpe Station in the pic btw, not Bureboyville station.

Saturday 3 December 2022

Two tides

Dead high water on the River Great Ouse looking over to West Lynn as I took my statutory 30 mins break on Tuesday.

The Customs House reflected in the Purfleet.

Cockles and shrimp are the main catch from the Wash these days.

Palm Paper upstream

An unexpected hour or so on another tidal into dusk  today, though the tidal influence up here on the top of the tidal  River Bure is minimal. I say unexpected, the outside tap got stuck wide open  and was pissing water all down the wall and the dodgy damp course and although I found an isolator this meant most of downstairs had no water so a very expensive fix was booked for before 2pm, then pushed back to Monday morning.  Fortunately brother in law came good with finding  a local mates rates  with a spare tap in the van and £20 quid job done. 10% minimum ex vat  of what I was going to be charged. So river bound it was. 

Double reds on  a #16 and a 5AAA balsa over depth and held back hard in the strong back eddy. Classic off the rod tip pin fishing and it was a joy as the line fed off smoothly with several nice dace, a brace of roach and a chublet, my first tidal chub I believe. I was glad of the neoprene fingerless donned as dusk fell, and it'll be the last tine this winter I go liner-less in the moon boots as I thought frost bite had set in.

Been in the wars

Half a brace

And a friendly visitor.

Thursday 1 December 2022

Sixty. How the feck did that happen?

I really am an old bugger now. 60 on Saturday. Quite a few of us went away to deepest North Norfolkcestershire to celebrate and apart from unforseen illnesses and a backwashing dishwasher it was a cracking time and all down to the Commander in Chief.

I think that these are those who walk among us. I'm shrinking it seems.

And a lovely meal in the Saracen's Head, often known as Lost in Norfolk, as it's in the arse end of nowhere.

Wednesday 30 November 2022

Strange goings-on in NR11

They walk among us...and they came here in this. Hope it's not that pesky Elon Musk and his Stargate thingy

Monday 14 November 2022

Making the most of it

Standing on the noddy train bridge looking down I could see a river bed littered with fallen poplar leaves. Just the odd hint of a fish here and there enough for me to have half an hour trotting down past the bush on the point but not a nibble. Perhaps the hints were just that. Half an hour left so dropped down below the bridge to try the crease along a slow eddy Once I'd worked out where the float could be inched along that crease the bites came, mostly dace and all with gobfulls of the loose fed red maggots. 

One stood out from the rest

Sunday and after a drive down to hear Stokes win us the World T20 and to see the Olds as the mist burned off I had a quick pint of Southwold and some decent scratchings in the din of  a pub bursting at the seams with late diners. Scratchings 8/10, a 70grm bag too

It had turned into a glorious autumn afternoon with fantastic light and a mackerel sky along the Suffolk Stour floodplain. Loads of walkers, dogs and SUP's all enjoying it too. I walked down to the first bit of cover and  found the slightly better flow and I'd just started to get bites trotting reds when the Loafer arrived to have a chat and have a go on the rod mister

My first fish hooked was this lovely roach that pulled enough for us to think chublet at first

The Loafer not mastering the centre pin..missing 3 out of every 4 bites but they were "fast biting dace". 

There was definitely a sweet spot that produced bites for us both

Just after the Loafer left I had a flurry of perch, small but fantastically coloured before heading back along the meadow to just beat the ticket inspector's eagle eyes.

The river was alive with topping fish as I trudged back, they're not confined to their winter quarters just yet.


Tuesday 8 November 2022


Interesting wet and windy weather today out West along Ten Mile Bank and it followed me back down through North Norfolk. Cleared by dusk as I took a very late lunch

Sunday 6 November 2022

Fish futures

Truss may have been over enthusiastic about pork futures and cheese before she pushed Kwarteng into destroying our financial well being and I presume she is recovering somewhere after that zombie episode where she stood blinking behind Hunt. I hope my enthusiasm over a stream of tiny fish as a sign of future riches is better  placed.

I'd decide to sort out my shit tackle wise after my abject performance last time out, I stripped off the donkeys years old 2.6lb bs Floatfish I'd put on by mistake and loaded up with some  Maxima Chameleon as favoured by The Loafer. Red and quite stiff but it floated anyway.

I wanted somewhere different to try it and ended up on the Wensum, 2 foot up but still gin clear in the drizzle and gloom. Bites aplenty but all from tiny things. Dacelets and chublets which put up as much resistance as the occasional willow leaf I hooked up on. They were everywhere (the fish and the leaves).

I put back a  gudgeon bigger than any of them. One trip I didn't regret forgetting to pack the proper camera. Nice to have got out though.