Well I'm back in London, the flood
having prevented me from even wetting a line in The Wye this Christmas. I'll be back when the river returns to it's banks - got a date with a thirty!
While I sat inside by the patio doors watching the rain and the river getting ever closer I had a look through the biscuit tin. The gold biscuit tin is where we keep the photos of past glories...
I scanned in a few of the high nineteens, the ones that missed their spot on the twenty list by a few ounces... Can't wait to get back at them. This is just me and Paulos, I scanned in some Roger ones but I'm saving those for a future post.
No harm in dreaming !!!!ReplyDelete
Spot the river in the flood picture. Jane
That's what the blog is for... Look back at past successes when I can't catch anything!Delete
Nice hair in picture three Brian.ReplyDelete
Thanks. You should have seen it with no hat and a bit of gel..!Delete
Those were the days!! Back when you could count on actually being able to get near the river most weekends and bleak were plentiful all winter. It makes me smile to think back to those times when you could almost guarantee getting the peg you wanted even if it was an afternoon session and Roger had an uncanny knack of predicting the exact moment your float would shoot under. Wait for it...any moment........NOW!!!ReplyDelete
Agreed... But you have to play the hand you get, could have wasted an afternoon fishing in a flooded field... But too wise (old) for that now.Delete