Sunday, 15 May 2022

The world is still turning..

Plenty of insects down at the Mill in the week but not a hirundine in sight  or sound. Wrong kind of insects? Perhaps they like the sort that used to encrust our wind screens and number plates.  

Thought I ought to get back near some water this weekend to see if any had turned up on my patch and whilst setting about the shoal of bream I imagined 10 feet down in front of me I heard an unkingfishery plop, more of  a plip and yes, a martin skimming over the pond line joined briefly by a further two before they retired to a telegraph wire then after some preening away they went hawking over a nearby field. They didn't seem much impressed with the swarms of black midges. Perhaps they are the wrong sort of insects. Hope they don't assume plague and pestilence proportions. 

There were  a few bream out there, and indeed some a bit closer as I had several liners but 3 proper
runs connected with on my standard flat bed set up and this time the pineapple peril out did the tuna pink'un 2:1 before early tea curfew. Bream in stillwater at least don't really fight but the do bend the rod, and plod about nicely. They must be spawning soon surely?

Out in the garden this morning and in the low hanging murk that was carrying spots of rain that sudden wheeling screaming sound of  a squadron of black sickle scythes. The swifts were back. My first of the year and yes the  world must still be turning. The year they don't come back is the year we know we are done for. 

With an improved sense of well being I made the short trip on to Golden Pond and another swarm of midges, no avian pest control but the small roach and rudd were having  their fill. I think the bream were chasing each other in front of me  looking for breamy love which is possibly why I only caught a tench, a bit further out. it took me to, but not quite in three sets of pads, even on an avon rod and 6lb line, before doing a decidedly bream like swimmers roll into the stink net and nearly out again through a large hole in the bream and tench slime rotted mesh.

A lovely buttercup belly and the saddest face you ever did see. They are so grumpy looking. I had to put it in my lovely carpy net to rest up so it looks a bit lost too. Rain stopped play shortly after.