Apologies everyone, I know it's been a while, but on this slow walk back out into the light and a return to normality, life’s been a bit hectic, details of which to follow, But first the Mayfly.
Goodness it’s been good on the Dever. The last knockings of May and the early skirmishes of June saw some very heavy hatches with spectacular dances between the beech tree and sycamore that tower above our garden, followed by some heavy evening falls of spinners in perfect conditions for brer mayfly.
Which is a good thing and bodes well for mayfly fishing next year.
Olives are also about along with a few large sedge. Many fish have been caught and the local smokery is already running at full chat. However we are now experiencing the consequences of such gluttony with many fish now sulking, feeding only occasionally while suffering from piscine gout. The mayfly were late in appearing and are late in disappearing, the June weed cut is now underway and the mayfly are still pouring off.
When weed growth is as prolific as we are now experiencing the main flow of the river is pushed around and is often right under the feet of the angler flicking a fly. While attending to the fringe earlier this week I disturbed many fish that were hugging the bank due to the main flow being pushed into the bank by verdant mid river weed growth.
I’ve been a few times before and its always a fun afternoon in good company.
In normal times half term would find Madam and myself off and away to foreign climes and living for pleasure alone.
Well the Pando put paid to that so we went for a few walks instead.
Ashlett Creek nestles between the Fawley oil refinery and Fawley power station which is not something that the Ashlett Creek tourist board would possibly seek to promote. However, by the old tide mill and marina accessible by boat only at high tide, the refinery and power station are invisible and our “holiday in a day” commenced.
It’s an easy flat walk for us oldies and brim full of interest.
Continuing our slow walk out into the light, life has become a social whirl with a series of garden based meetings with friends and wines of all colours consumed.
I’ve always been a firm proponent of the “awkward silence” when in company.
Neither social occasion seemed the place to offload so we stuck to drinking vino and talking nonsense while trying not to offend.
I think we pulled it off, although the flurry of invitations has now dried up so I may have let myself down somewhere.