I *could* have
done a spot of early morning fishing, but I really couldn't be
bothered to get out of my pit. I finally emerged about 8am, and had a
spot of fishing then with Steve. Whilst I fished, the Hoseys
photographed. As an experiment I stopped using maggots as bait and
tried some old boilies I'd found in my tackle bag. They worked to a
degree. I caught fewer fish that i would have with maggots, but they
were bigger; including two huge ones that got away.
Brekkie was good as
always. There was a problem in that the milk had gone off in the
heat. I was fine. I can drink black coffee. And as everyone went off
to collect others or to do shopping I went back to the pond for some
more fishing.
Steve was soon back with
Sarah, who was feeling better. Andy and Julie came out too, as did
Keith and Amy. And with the sun out we enjoyed a good afternoon.
Initially we had some excitement. One of the duck houses had slipped
its moorings and needed someone to swim out to retrieve duck house
and moorings. As always if swimming in duck ponds is required, I am
the main man. Swimming was quite refreshing on a hot day, as was the
crafty pint I had afterwards.
More fishing, more
sitting about, we had a really good afternoon. Tea was none too
shabby either. Fajitas are always good, and tonight’s were
especially good. And with tea done and washed up we sat round the
camp fire until late. All too soon we had to wave farewell to our
visitors, and as people slowly left the fire and went to their beds I
sat by the fire and dozed. I would rather sit with people and doze
than go to bed. But tonight I gave the port a miss; I was feeling a
tad under the weather.
I hope I'm not sickening
for something...
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