Much
as I enjoyed our weekend away, you can’t beat sleeping in your own bed. After a
rather good kip I woke and had a shave. What with shaving foam exploding on
Friday and razors breaking yesterday it was good to finally have a shave this
morning.
Bearing
in mind the fry-ups of the last two days I had a rather subdued brekkie of
toast this morning whilst watching “Dads
Army” who were playing cricket, then I struggled to find my old fishing
shooting jacket. In the end I made do without it.
I
drove round to collect "My Boy TM" and Lacey and we
went to McDonalds where Lacey had a McSulk because there were no McPancakes. She
had no choice but to rough it with a sausage and egg McMuffin (as did we all). Lacey had to go to
school, so we dropped her off on our way. What should have been a five-minute
drive took nearer twenty minutes due to the road works; Ashford is a nightmare
for road works at the moment.
And
with Lacey dropped off we drove out to Chequertree fishery for a day’s hunting
the haddock. We arrived to find there were already loads of people fishing. We
found a space on the lake, set up, cast our lines, and waited. And waited.
After half an hour I caught a roach. Not a very big roach, but a roach. After
another half an hour I had a carp of about six pounds. Rather good as carp go (for me), but that was the biggest fish
of the day for either of us, or of anything we saw landed by anyone else (and that wasn’t much). I probably had
about a dozen fish through the day; a few carp, mostly tiddlers. "My
Boy TM" had much the same; perhaps a few more tiddlers.
At
four o’clock the rain started. We decided that was God’s way of telling us to
go home.
Don’t
get me wrong – we had a good day out. In all honesty if you are going to go
fishing you have to go fully prepared to spend all day at the water’s edge and
catch nothing. Anything you catch is a bonus. But it speaks volumes about the
place that I went home with a right elbow that wasn’t hurting. I’ve caught so many
on trips to Hartley Lands fishery and to Shirkoak that my right elbow has ached
for days afterwards.
I’ve
decided that I don’t much like Chequertree fishery. Fishing-wise it seems to be
far inferior to everywhere else we’ve fished. And the place is busy too. It has
caravans and camping and mobile homes and chalets and there are always people
bustling about. Fishing is supposed to be peaceful.
I
came home, put my fishing gear into the shed and opened it all so’s it would air out, then
walked the dogs round the block. We didn’t go far because of the drizzle, but
small dogs would rather walk in the rain than not walk at all.
"er
indoors TM"
boiled up a rather good bit of dinner, and with her off bowling I set about
ironing loads of shirts whilst catching up with stuff the SkyPlus box had
recorded for me.
I’m
a bit tired: I really should have an early night…
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