Shirt sleeves roaching

Bureboy charabanc time again through Blakeney,  swept clean by the big tides that caught the usual tools out.

Then on to Sheringham for the little'un's ice creams amongst the Norfolk muriels.

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Fancied a couple of hours after some ressie roach. Forgot the ground bait bowl so it was loose fed  reds with two on a size 18 couple of rod lengths out in six foot of water over sparse weed and recently fallen leaves. Bites from the off but hardly a selective method. Even so several  netters.

Amongst the roach a very small hybrid  and an eel of about a pound and a half. Oh, and this pike that got itself hung up in the net.

Peckham Wry

Took @WalshsamBoy down to the Smoke last Monday for another year in the gleaming spires of academe. He's moved a little way down the Old Kent Road from New Cross to Peckham though not quite in the burgeoning artisan quarter. More Aldi land.

Seemed the decent thing to feed him up with a pint or two to wash it down, not that I'd hurry back to the Kentish Drover, drab even by Wetherspoon's functional standards.

Suprising just how many people have the time and cash for afternoon drinking. Always one Arsenal shirt at least. I do like watching alcohol fuelled posturing and chest jutting old men of a lunchtime.

Probably more of the same in the Greyhound  but at least the facade is a bit brighter than the Drover.

Taken by the rather colourful municipal library and the views towards Cental London, the Shard sticking up like a pointy thumb.

As mentioned above this part of Peckham ain't in the least bit artisan,  no hand hewn chips or Rye bread here.

Don't get many of these round our local bus stops.

Took over an hour to get the Bureboy charabanc past Deptford Bridge and didn't get on the M11 for nearly another hour. In nearly 30C heat. Norfolk life  is not to bad after all.

Skimmer to Heinz 57

That still silvery stage before the bronzing begins..

I seem to be missing something?

Who is the daddy?

Caravaning

Had a weekend away in Hunny recently. Weather so so but it is (broken) Britain after all. Hired a static which was functional and kids liked the small but clean pool. Hunny is what Essex Scribbler  would call chip eater land, standard sandy flats to one end, the glorious red and white clifs and green boulders to the other end and views right across to the flatlands below the distant Lincolnshire Wolds. We stayed at the flat end.

One way to see the Wash is on one of these Monsters

Families enjoying the late afternoon break in the weather.

Caught the sun just right along the fairground

Then up into the town to be down with the chip eaters..washed down with a nice Broadside. London Bureboi had Spam fritters.

Head back to the van

Saturday dawned bright , and after feeding the ducks the weather took a turn for the worse. Good we'd booked at table at the local two for one dive for the family. I had to force down 4 pints after a  misorder. Hard work but someone had to do it..

Not surprisingly slept  it off much to the amusement of the family as you could imagine. 

Sunday started in the rather overpriced Sea Life Centre. Did enjoy the first tank though..

Not sure the stillwater barbel police would be too pleased. Quite liked this large chub like species.

Mixed bag after lunch...Military exhibition

Bleak, hopeless decline

Chrome  and grunt machines.

Fat and sugar in various guises.

The English at play  what ever the weather

And all the fun of the fair.

And possibly the last picture ever on my Ol'Faithfull Nikon D 40, which is now displaying several fatal error messages and and a shutter that refuses to close.

Broken Britain?

Prurient voyueurism or wry social commentary. Either way these little moments caught my eye in  sometimes Sunny Hunny.

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Ice cream Saturdae

Quick trip to Sheringham and an ice cream for the little un's and the London Bois .

They loved the David Barber murals

I liked the brutalist municipal shelters

Back on the Pond..again

Haven't been fishing properly this month save a sinusitis shortend attempt so Sundsy's pass out was gladly accepted.

Had wondered about opening up a new front along the increasing sets of pads to the left of Stage One but rain forecast so scuttled across to the Norwich bank. Level has dropped more, probably not more than a wagglers depth in places so slack line leads and indicators on the floor.

Forecast rain never came despite the brooding grey ahead. Swans must be nearly on starvation levels now given the lack of any subsurface green this year  just the sight of a catapult or bait bucket has them scooting across the pond. No loose feed in at all today cos of them and subsequently the bubbles never joined up to indicate any serious concentration of fish. Save the commotion of a mud pig picking up a prawn and ploughing onesidedley through the pads.

Further commotion from the black death machine that had croaked in on an unfriendly wind, you can fence out otters but not cormorants. Hope it is banished as soon as possible. Swans didn't like it either. Carnage ahead in the shallow weedless water. Perhaps the cygnet and gosling munching crocs with heads much too big for their bellies will sort it out.

Only two fish troubled the ridiculously small net, one a solid if battered rudd x bream hybrid of about 4 lb

And a smaller headed pike also on a banded 14 mm pellet.

Nights are now drawing in, fancy perch on the river and I'll put a whip in the car for a smash and  grab up in the horn of plenty of Zanderland. Work have put off the notice of severance of contract for a month  or so with lots of ifs and buts, meanwhile I've been all but exiled  up to the wilds of Westest Norfolk. Half hour lunches on the move  will be grabbed chasing nature's Autumn bounty either from drain or hedgerow. Silver linings and all that.

Wot u looking at?

Big old Corfu Cricket..

Holidays are coming

Tribe Bureboy have been in sunny climes, on an Ionian Isle,  more tales of dreadful driving, lovely beaches and the joy of air con to come but here is a taster..

You dont get that sort of sea off Cromer..

That is why we go on holiday surely?

And what a view to wake up to.