Famine and Feast

Fooking wind. I hate it. Even  a warm westerly. And when its 40mph plus... looked for a widow maker less spot on Golden Pond, tucked away just yards away from the busy main road, listening to the traffic crunching over fallen branches. Looks idyllic sheltered from the raging wind.  Idyllic may be but not one dip on the float and just two brief patches of bubbles in my allotted 90 minutes 

Off or long shore winds for the most part on this corner of heaven jutting out into the North Sea at the mo and the makkies are having a whale of a time gorging on natures rich bounty. I should get out there, perhaps next year

Another bash under some rather bigger poplars when the winds halved to a 'gentler' 23 mph, and fishing the puddle chucker again tight to some pads  lost two decent tench to sickening hook pulls before sliding the now stinky sock..sorry net under a game little tench and shortly after a surrender monkey snotter. Very good for just an hour.

Certainly very good in comparison to my next trip, 3 hours of almost continuous rain and not one bleep from my trio of buzzers and again, not a bubble to be seen.

Youngest original got himself a very hard won 2.2 in Maths from UEA so we  had a bite to eat  to celebrate on Unthank Road.

And eldest original has got himself a brand new local boozer having swopped a post code round the clockwise NR wheel going  from NR2 to NR3. Rep your endz.