Thursday, 12 October 2017
The Messiah, Proud Mary and Moses
A good number of trout were caught, many returned and many sent to the smoker. Perch, Pike and Roach have also featured although all to nymphs in the latter half of the season.
So on to the grayling who are in top trim. The river currently remains gin clear and sight fishing for fish to two pounds will draw a handful of grayling enthusiasts (who curse when bothered by trout) in the coming months.
Today I walked up the river and disturbed four kingfishers,
apologies, that sounds a tad messianic,
Today I walked up the riverbank and disturbed four kingfishers.
Over on the Itchen we've received word of mink in the area which is a bit of a worry, as bar the thing that popped out of somebody's tummy in the film Alien there isn't a more nefarious creature on a river bank (Alien was set by the river, right? or have I remembered that wrong).
Traps are set and phasers are set not to stun but to destroy.
Bred for field sports remember (but no mink hound unfortunately) and not a modelling career, although somebody needs to tell him.
It should be low at this time of the year and we cross our fingers for rain in the coming months.
Cress has been left in situ helping to pinch the flow and keep gravel clean for spawning. All bank side vegetation remains and will not be attended to until spawning is done and the river is on the rise.
It's a different method of preparing a river for winter than twenty years ago but then again it is a different valley and a different river from twenty years ago.
In recent months I have had cause to accompany Madam to various urban sites of less than ten years in age to collect eBay purchases for some such scheme that is currently upon her. The ratio of hard standing to soft earth on each of these new developments was quite depressing, and when will the penny drop with planners, developers and the general public that we have to soak more waste water back into the ground in this corner of Old Albion if we are to continue to use our groundwater supply in a sustainable manner.
It's been a while since I got cross about this matter, but it really is a no brainer, and to quell my ire I shall now attend to televisual matters as somebody has been on regarding the lack of TV critique in this guff in recent times so here goes.
Simon Blackwell's series "Back" is a pip, as is W1A and well done C4 and the BBC for that.
The dancing is back on, all hail the Claude and at this point I'd like to wish Alexandra Burke and Dave Arch all the best in their efforts to honour the force of nature that was Tina Turner in the late sixties, early seventies.
Which is a shame.
Two questions nagged as we donned our walking shoes.
1: Why do they have "inclosures" in the New Forest and not "enclosures"
2: Would we bump into Steeleye Span who famously sang about walking around a hat and the merits of willow, and if so would it be ok to pick them up on the promotion of willow, as for the next three months I would be engaged in battle with the forces of Salix that ,if left unchallenged, could well take over planet earth.
Well we didn't meet Steeleye Span, but not for the first time we were approached by people lost in the forest seeking an exit route. Previously we have given direction via our excellent map and guide book and left them to it, wondering on our departure if they ever made it out.
And so it begat,
and I don't mean to come over all messianic for a second time in this current chunk of guff,
that, in the spirit of both Moses and Coach Trip I requisitioned the nearest umbrella, held it high and with an "On me everyone" led this lost fun bunch from the forest/desert/ round the sights of Bruges to food and safety.
There are a lot of criss-crossy paths in the New Forest, take a map next time.
Oh yes almost forgot,
The Fleet St Hotel, Dublin everyone
I think that's the contract completed