I had a decent night’s sleep. I
have a vague recollection of a dog barking in the small hours, but I might have
been dreaming. Unless I hear anything to the contrary I will assume I was.
I got up early and over brekkie
watched the most recent instalment of “The Good Place”. After several
weeks of going nowhere the plot has picked up again.
I got dressed, and with two
layers of socks, two layers of troosers and no less than six layers on top I
drove round to collect "My
Boy TM". Together we went to the co-op to get a packed
lunch and seeing how the Brookfield café was already open we had a fry-up. A
rather good fry-up.
And then just as it was getting
light we drove out to Cranbrook and Hartley Lands Fishery. We wanted to get one
day’s fishing in before it got too cold.
Hartley Lands fishery is a
rather good place to be. It is beautiful, and as we fished we watched the ducks
and herons flying about. We watched a little rat swimming around, and we
laughed at the pheasant who was very bravely stomping around us picking up any
of the fishing baits that we’d dropped.
There’s no denying that it was
cold today but being layered up it wasn’t *too* bad. I used the new
wellies I’d bought from Aldi the other week; they were something of a
disappointment. The heels were rather high. They would probably be ideal for a
transvestite who wants or needs to traverse mud, but they weren’t that stable
for standard piscatorial pursuits.
Fishing-wise it wasn’t too shabby. We didn’t catch
anywhere near as many as we have in previous trips, but what we caught were of
rather impressive size. I had three; the smallest of which was twelve pounds in
weight. The biggest was my personal best carp. "My Boy TM" had
eight. We estimated the smallest as being about eight pounds in weight.
We
knew it was late November; we knew we couldn’t fish for as long as we’d like
to. The temperate was dropping by mid-afternoon. We started packing up at
quarter to four and by the time we got home it was dark.
"er
indoors TM"
boiled up a rather decent bit of sausage and chips this evening and went off as
she does. I settled in front of the telly with the dogs and slept through a
couple of episodes of “Prison Break”.
I think I might have a cold coming on…
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