I slept like a log. I got up and
had this idea that if I set the kettle going it would be ready for my morning
cuppa once I’d had my ablutions. As ideas go, it was a stroke of genius (even if I do say so myself). It was a
shame that once I’d had my shave I came to a kitchen full of fog and the kettle
had boiled dry. The thing seems to have a problem with the cut-off switch.
I watched an episode of “Star Trek: Discovery”, then got dressed and set off to collect "My Boy TM".
We
went to the co-op for some pack-up
lunch. I got two bags of crisps and a small bottle of pop, then we went over
the road to Brookfield café for a fry-up. I didn’t tell the first fruit of my
loin about my diet until I’d scoffed half of my brekkie. But at least I hadn’t
had toast first.
Suitably
replete we drove to Smarden and Sam’s Lakes for a day’s fishing. We’d had a
rather good time there a month or so ago (even
if it was in sub-zero temperatures) and thought we might have another go.
We
found somewhere that *wasn’t* a mud
bath and set up. Within five minutes I had a decent sized fish. I was rather
pleased about that. I was less pleased that the second fish took three hours to
arrive. The fishing today was… odd. We would both catch several decent fish
within ten minutes (sometimes with both
of our rods having bites at once) and would then go for half an hour or
more with absolutely nothing happening.
Mind
you "My Boy TM" caught one of the biggest carp
we’ve ever had between us over the last few years, and I had a rather
impressive bream (if you are impressed by
bream – not many people are).
I
took a few photos whilst we fished. You can see them by clicking here.
When
the fishing was slow I enjoyed the view; Sam’s Lakes is a beautiful place. I
expect it is glorious in the summer months. However it is incredibly noisy.
There are trains that thunder by with annoying regularity. There are all sorts
of aircraft that have incredibly loud engines doing aerobatics overhead. And
when the planes and trains eventually shut up, there are all sorts of
unsettling growls and screams from the big cat sanctuary next door.
By three o’clock
everyone else who was fishing the lake had packed up. We gave it another hour.
We would both have liked to stayed longer, but it was getting decidedly colder,
the sky looked like rain was on the way, and we’d neither of us had a fish for
an hour.
We came home.
I was pleasantly
surprised to be able to park outside the house. I unloaded my tackle (as one does) and took the dogs round the
park. Our walk was uneventful. Fudge didn’t try to hump or fight anyone or
anything. Treacle didn’t cower in terror from anyone or anything.
How dull!!
With our walk done I
had a shower, and sat myself in front of the telly until "er indoors TM" came home. She’s
boiling up dinner now…
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