Wednesday, May 4, 2016
And We're Off!
And we're off, with the first four days of fishing undertaken after a sharp frost each morning and intermittent sleet and hail throughout the day.
Despite conditions, a flurry of olives in the early afternoon has induced fish to rise freely and several now feature in the catch book.
It's an oft repeated statement in this stream of guff, but declining water quality and quantity remain the principle threat to brown trout and the chalk stream environment, and if anyone tells you otherwise, tap them hard on the head with a large lump of wood and tell them to stop being silly. And while we're on this one, if a chap in fine fleece and cutting edge walking shoes waxes lyrical on genetic purity and the brown trout, reach for the same said large lump of wood to administer similar treatment and a reminder that protecting habitat and effective habitat management is more important to the success of the brown trout and populations of freshwater fish, than preserving specific genetic lines.
If any of you clowns read this guff, stop now.
A long term resident of the valley managed to get some pictures of the car plus perpetrators. The messages to the poaching line at command centre central got lost somewhere in Suffolk, or possibly Sheffield, so we have turned to the police who appear to have matters in hand with something called operation Thornly which aims to quell an increase in petty countryside crime in the county, including poaching.
Thank you very much to the chap who took the photos, and well done the rural community police officer and also to Inspector Thornly (note to self - Sunday evening, ITV six part series, approach Ray Winstone's agent for role as man in ill fitting tracksuit bottoms with big rod and cigar)
It has formed the centre piece in many artistic efforts in mediums from charcoal to oil some of which manage to make it look level.
A former Tiswas presenter may also attest to the efficacy of the bridge as he managed to cross this one before falling through another one a few yards downstream.
I haven't fallen in the river for years, but may consider doing it more often as I seem to have developed a certain style.
I don't care much for Tom Daley's new trunks but give me a stripy three quarter length swimsuit worn by Victorians when diving into buckets of water from height, and I'll take him on in Rio.
And so to Leicester,
Well done and all that , and outside North London who hasn't been following the foxes since Christmas, but what would Moley have made of it all?
We'll never know
It's one of the three, but I believe the ampersand is on the up.