2. Shaded frost.
3. A 'still' morning.
4. Paul's bigun!
Gunner finished his course of antibiotics today and seems to have made a full recovery. Thanks to everyone who wished him well.
On Monday I met with Karen, the BW volunteer co-ordinator (south), who signed us up 'officially' as volunteers. We're now armed with litter-pickers, bags and high-vis waistcoats. Check out our web page at www.litteraction.org.uk/narrowboat-wilvir
On Tuesday we left Foxton to make the short journey to Foxton locks to exchange a gas bottle and service the 'domestics', then made for Gallows Hill.
On the way we came across our fisherman friend, Paul, who was pitching his bivvy where we'd met him the last time. Suffice to say he chose to break camp and accompanied us to Gallows Hill. I'd promised to make him a few dead-bait and lure traces the previous week as he wanted to do some pike fishing but was a bit short of the essentials; and what a result he had. The photo of his biggest pike says it all. Unfortunately sleeping on a ground-mat in a single-skin tent meant that, on his second night, the rain came in and everything got wet, so he left at midday today tired but overjoyed with the result. I've met a lot of fishermen in my time, but Paul is a credit to both himself and the pastime that is angling. There are many anglers that would learn a great deal from him. It was sad to see him go under the circumstances.
After he left I settled down to fish in the hope of catching a big perch and was rewarded with a few 'stripeys'. The biggest turned the scales to 2lb 4oz, although the one that always gets away was definitely bigger. The huge lob worms I used for bait were freshly picked from amongst the towpath grass and leaf litter last evening and far to enticing for a perch to pass up.
The last few days have been perfect, if a little damp overnight. We even managed to wash and dry the bed linen today.
A monster perch is on the cards tomorrow.
I even found time to fill a refuse bag with beer cans and bottles this evening, discarded behind the towpath hedgerow by some bankside parasites, along with a discarded tent and various carrier bags of dubious content. The local fishing club doesn't seem to care that much about there 'beat' either, if at all. There's even one of their club signs lying broken on the towpath (I'll get rid of that tomorrow). It's a real shame how a few people callously treat the countryside as if it was a dumping ground for all that they consider unimportant. Some, calling themselves 'anglers' are by far the worst culprits and add fuel to the 'smouldering' subject of angling bans amongst environmentalists and wildlife conservationists. As a lifelong angler, angling will only ever be threatened by the behaviour of anglers!