Tuesday, 11 March 2014
Buried in box for years after being purchased in the early seventies as 'something that could well come in useful'. It was rediscovered after our move to West Norfolk four years ago and is currently being used as paperweight.
Really it is just a little piece of Victorian cast metal ephemera but nicely branded with the makers' name, and not personalised.
If it was personalised it was a cunning Victorian marketing ploy and if you had a long name the letterbox would have been wider than the door.
Monday, 10 March 2014
It's the usual routine. Put the kettle on, push the two terriers outside for their early morning pee, look up and think 'what a sky'. Then start hunting for the mislaid camera before the moment, that moment, passes.
We make no apologies for showing dawn in all her finery, yet again, and silhouetting our favourite transformer box too. Amazing how the sky changes as the sun rises and the clouds, racing in on the wind change the whole dynamic of the light in so short a period of time.
Meanwhile the two terriers run around and bash into your legs, fighting, yapping and wanting their breakfast.
I bet Anselm Adams didn't have this problem.
Friday, 7 March 2014
A Heron, watching me, watching him, always on the alert. He was about two hundred yards away from me in the middle of what was a wheat field last year and I've got a sneaking feeling he was hunting for worms.
I accept that he's a better fisherman than me and he fishes in all weathers, well he has to hasn't he, but why is he looking for worms instead of fish?
Maybe the Heron population is upping the ante a little and getting into some serious fishing.
Well he is looking for bait, he'll probably be buying a rod next.
Thursday, 6 March 2014
There we were cruising along, me driving and the boss up in the turret, when I see a 'white' brassiere lying at the side of the road. What is it doing lying there in the middle of nowhere? It's not your average every day litter so there must be a story here.
Whoever owned it must have been a big girl too, it was definitely a double sugar beet size.
Now both of us remember the days of the bus shelter with one white stiletto on the roof, usually on a Sunday morning, but a bra at the side of a main road? It must have been a really wild night.
Talking of wild nights maybe the high winds that have been blowing across West Norfolk ripped it off a clothes line. If they had it would have come up on Lakenheath's radar and probably got a pair of F15s airborne to check out a possible UFO.
Alright I'll keep my eyes on the road.
Wednesday, 5 March 2014
The boss has been busy again, this time making a chocolate birthday cake for William the eldest of our two grandsons, he is 6 years old today. We're delivering it to sunny Berkshire this afternoon, well Furze Platt to be precise, where I have no doubt it will be demolished in style.
Chocolate sponge, chocolate filling inside and on the top, then decorated with Cadbury's Flake and Maltesers. The only inedible bit will be the candles.
Sadly I don't like chocolate cake that much but I will have a small piece, miserable sod that I am.
It'll just have to be a beer after that then.
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
Tomorrow the switch will probably flick to the grey setting once again, with lines of water-filled clouds marching across the sky to pour down onto everything and everyone.
We prefer the beautiful bright blue skies and this particular Fenland sky must be the inspiration for that famous heritage paint colour, Norfolk Bog Door Blue.
Let's see a lot more of the blues please.
Monday, 3 March 2014
Up early on Saturday morning to be greeted by dense fog and not a breath of wind and my mind fired one word from the sleepy synapses. Pike.
On the Fen the drain was calm and at times mirror like, apart from the occasional swirls of predators homing in on a breakfast of silver fish. It was almost a monochrome world too, but the atmosphere and conditions seemed perfect and it was a relief not to be battling with a howling gale.
It's strange how clumsy you become when you're trying not to rush, fingers shaking with excitement but the rod is finally set up and now to catch the bait. Frustratingly the first three fish on the maggot were all Perch between half a pound and twelve ounces then several smaller Perch, all returned, and finally some small Roach, Rudd and Bream. No wonder the small silver fish were hard to catch, I think they were all hiding in the reeds to escape the underwater mayhem.
This morning's session resulted in four Pike ranging from seven to fifteen pounds then it was home for a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea. I'll be back later this afternoon with our son Mike, to fish into the darkness in the hope of catching a Zander.
Typically the late afternoon session turned into a battle with floating and submerged debris as the pumps at the end of the Middle Level did their work, with the water steadily picking up speed a beer or two became a great idea.
Now for tomorrow morning, I hope it's foggy and calm.
Wouldn't you just know it, at midnight it was frosty, then it rained and then it started to blow a gale early in the morning; but we caught two Pike in a two hour session, 12lb and 7lb, along with Perch and plenty of Roach and Rudd plus a bonus Ruffe.
I do like a little Tommy Ruffe.