Yesterday
evening as we scoffed curry I posted a piccie of us all to Facebook. This
morning I saw that an amazing amount of people had clicked the “like” button. They wouldn’t have clicked
the “like” button if they had my guts
this morning. They had kept me awake for much of the night. In fact the only
sleep I did get was somewhat wasted on a rather vivid dream in which I was
leading an expedition of several coaches of rather argumentative “Sparks” fans to a Laurel and Hardy
convention. Something which (I must admit)
I have never before considered doing, and probably never will. (then again…)
I made myself a cuppa, did a little CPD, posted
out some birthday wishes, and then got myself ready for the off. I didn’t wrap
up anywhere near as much as I did when fishing this time last year, and soon I
had collected "My
Boy TM". Bearing in mind that we wanted to be waiting when
Hartley Lands fishery opened at seven o’clock, McDonalds was the only place
open for brekkie at six o’clock. We arrived to find a large fox standing
outside. He wasn’t particularly bothered by us; he was waiting for his brekkie
too. A nice lady came out and gave him a freshly cooked hash brown. He liked
that.
With
brekkie scoffed we left McDonalds. As we drove out, the fox was patrolling the
car park obviously hoping for scraps.
We
got to Hartley Lands fishery at seven o’clock to find it locked. The nice man
arrived to open the gate three minutes later.
As
we walked into the place we were rather shocked to find several baited hooks
just laying around the lakeside. Any animal or bird could have taken the baits
and got into all sorts of problems. We tidied it all up as best we could and
gave the lot to the bailiff. I told him exactly where we’d found it all (swim 11) and suggested he posted on
their Facebook page that some lost property had been found there this morning
and see if whoever was fishing there yesterday gets in touch. The bailiff said
that he would, and said that anyone who got in touch would get a photo of the
mess they’d left and a ban from the place. Harsh? Not really. Is it *really* unreasonable to expect people
not to leave baited hooks laying around? I tidy up after myself.
The nice
bailiff then sold me an O.A.P. day ticket. I was rather pleased about that. They
are cheaper then the usual adult price.
Soon we were fishing. I say “fishing”; we were doing all the things
we usually do when at the lakes, but the fish weren’t having it. We tried every
way of fishing with every bait we had, and we even moved half way round the
lake to try the other end.
In the end I caught twice as many fish
as the first fruit of my loin, but that wasn’t saying much. Looking back, the
trouble was that although today was like a summer’s day, it is still winter.
The water is still cold.
We didn’t
catch *that* much today, but it was a good trial run for my new chair,
rod and reel. I
took a few photos; Hartley Lands fishery is a pretty place to spend
the day. And I did catch the sun.
We packed up
an hour earlier than planned. Once home I walked the dogs round the block. It
was hard work.
"er indoors TM" was off out to
her bowling league pub meal this evening. Before she went out she boiled me up
a pizza. That was good of her – if she hadn’t, my dinner would have been toast.
As I scoffed pizza I watched the film of
“The Young Offenders”. It was rather entertaining…
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