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The Strolling Bones : May 2014
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Wednesday, 7 May 2014. After the weather wrecked South Devon marathon, or rather the fact that we bailed out due to the crap weather, I somehow ended up entering the Madrid marathon. After a bit of negotiating, we agreed that we'd spend the first night in the other hotel and move back to our original choice if we wanted to, on the second night. As it was, we stayed put, as the hotel was perfect and right next to the Metro (and we couldn't be arsed). Was ringing in my ears all along the course. I finished...
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The Strolling Bones : April 2015
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Wednesday, 22 April 2015. A Perfect Day, the "Dirty Wall" and a trip to Orford Island. Well, I say a perfect day. No high class Russian prostitutes were involved and I didn't score the cup final winner at Wembley against Man U, but a good day nevertheless. I've walked, run and cycled this route hundreds of times over many years and never get bored of it. It's bloody lovely. Massive tidal pull.look at the rod tips. We had the whole island to ourselves, not one other person fishing. What a remote, deso...
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The Strolling Bones : July 2015
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Wednesday, 22 July 2015. Life On The Ocean Wave. A glorious day, put the Yak on the roof rack and off to the river I went. The tide was well out and I dragged it across the mud, jumped in and looked forward to catching a few bass. Some facts and figures for you. Date puchased - May 2013. Total number of launches - 3. Fish caught from the Yak - 0. So far, it works out to 200 quid a trip. On the other hand, if you leave the rods at home it's good fun. Monday, 20 July 2015. The Curse Is Broken. A very early...
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The Strolling Bones : Rain in the Essex Desert
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Saturday, 15 August 2015. Rain in the Essex Desert. Early morning bassing beneath an angry sky. One keeper in the bag before the rain was unleashed. North Essex, officially the driest part of the country. But not today. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Fog on the water. The Pipe Cleaner (not) from Venus. Proper Essex, This Is. John Sait - Angler, Ex Charter Skipper, Shooter. Smelling The Flowers Along The Way. Hats Off to the Boy Shakespere. Its Culture, Innit? Rain in the Essex Desert.
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Northessexfishing: November 2014
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Tales from the Tendring Flatlands. Tales from the Tendring Flatlands. Friday, 28 November 2014. You Must Remember Her ". I said to the The Whittler. " Lived at the end of Station Road.had two brothers, one sister.good looking? Ohhhhhh" he said, " Yeah, the sister looks like a crow ". After falling about laughing I realised he was right, she does look like a crow. Thursday, 20 November 2014. And I look up as he slides two roker up the beach. Here we go. I returned it, hopefully to successfully spawn and p...
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The Strolling Bones : May 2015
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Friday, 22 May 2015. Too Good To Be True. After last night's successful bait digging / fishing session, the following evening I thought I'd give it another go. Same thing happened, plenty of bait and another two decent bass. A day later.well, you know the rest. A day later and, surprise, surprise, the tosspots have nets all over the river. I had a couple of small ones and went home in disgust. How they're allowed to net this far up the river in what is essentially a nursery area I'll never know. Sunday, ...
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WHERE GREEN ROADS MEET: May 2015
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WHERE GREEN ROADS MEET. AND TIME STANDS STILL. Thursday, 28 May 2015. The Captain thinks I am rude and blushes when I hold up such veg from the box, but I find such things a glorious freak of nature. Titter ye not. You wouldn't see this on the shelf in Tesco oh no. It doesn't conform you see. It will also taste a million times better than one from the supermarket - weird veg I salute you! Tuesday, 12 May 2015. Down the deep lanes. Friday, 8 May 2015. Friday Ditty Pt 13. Thursday, 7 May 2015. The scene ch...
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WHERE GREEN ROADS MEET: January 2015
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WHERE GREEN ROADS MEET. AND TIME STANDS STILL. Thursday, 8 January 2015. We didn't mean to go to sea. I have to admit to being a bit of an. Rod and Line (Cape 1929). Is a classic in angling literature, but it's his Swallows and Amazons stories that float my boat. I am enjoying re-reading them on these dark and dingy winter evenings. Check out these amazing new covers by Posti Pietari. On the Vintage Classics editions. Thursday, 1 January 2015. Bring out the old - Happy New Year. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The Strolling Bones : The Curse Is Broken
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Monday, 20 July 2015. The Curse Is Broken. The sole curse that is. Not caught one since 1978, when I was 14, on Clacton Pier. Me and Turdy went to Aldeburgh last week on a muggy, windless evening hoping to change that. First cast and I'd got one, not very big, but a sole nevertheless. Next cast a hideous eel that had garroted itself on the main line and came in dead. We ended up with whiting, pout and a couple of soles and lots of mozzie bites. Not a bad night. Where is The Whittler? 21 July 2015 at 13:21.
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The Strolling Bones : June 2015
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Friday, 26 June 2015. Inspired by John at thetwoterriers.blogspot.co.uk. And his sign for "Cockbush Avenue", I thought I'd share my own favourite piece of wall art. Taken in a Harwich beachfront shelter, this graffiti artist ( I use the term loosely ), manages to produce an accidentally hilarious piece of moronic genius. Monday, 15 June 2015. Just as January is the bleakest month, June is the opposiite. In June, can you imagine that once upon a time it got dark at four in the afternoon? I would recommend...
