Monday 21 June 2021

Under an English heaven....

 ....using my vintage fishing equipment at the Woodfold Farm Fishery,  nestling as it does on the upper slopes of Beacon Fell in the Bleasdale fells,  some 35 minutes from our home.

There are three lovely lodges sited by the lakes and for the third occasion we spent an excellent four days enjoying the total peace and proximity to nature that is so satisfying and restful.

As far as the fishing is concerned I am trying to keep my tackle to a minimum and adopt the same techniques,  or lack of them, that I used when I was fishing as a young boy in the local ponds close to my home.



                                                                     A nice Rudd
It is incredible the amount of equipment anglers today burden themselves with,  some with four wheeled trolleys in which to carry it all to their fishing spot.

I do have a small trolley and seat,  at the insistence of my lovely wife who has rightly spotted some deficiencies in my physical capabilities.....like walking!!!!

                                          The view from the kitchen window at our lodge

The fact is that the sport has been made into a science with tackle and methods that are often totally beyond my understanding,  but the developments have certainly enriched the coffers of tackle dealers, especially during the present pandemic when many have taken up the sport.

I did have a good laugh to myself on the occasion when a keen carp angler fishing opposite me hauled in a very nice carp of about 8lbs or so.  Just at the same moment,  my float dived under the surface,  I struck and landed a tiddler that was about 2 inches long!!!!!

Never mind,  I just enjoy the solitude and the quiet enjoyment that I get from it.




Monday 7 June 2021

Rumours of my demise..........

 ........are greatly exaggerated!!

However,  it is very true that I have not made a contribution to my blog for some time.


                                            Quick vacuum of carpets and window cleaning               

Anyway,  yesterday while polishing the Morgan I promised myself that today my dear wife and I would once again venture into them there 'ills' on a trip to buy some of our favourite pork pies in Lancaster.

The day dawned rather cloudy and I began to feel that it would not be an ideal day to go but as the hours progressed the day got brighter and the decision was made to go....but not before vacuuming the Morgan carpets and cleaning it's windows.

Once we had cleared the main road out and the A6 we were in perfect Morgan country once again.

We made a brief stop in Scotforth, a small hamlet on our approach to the Farm Shop in Lancaster.

                                                    The bridge and river at Scotforth

I waited in the car for my wife to return and it was clear from the expression on her face that something was amiss.....WHAT?  NO PIES!!!!!....well not hot ones anyway so our little picnic had to be large sausage rolls and syrup flapjack!

Fortunately our journey was not wasted as we were able to collect some pies for freezing and other items.

                                 Our picnic spot with a misty Morecambe Bay in the background

It is an appropriate moment to once again mention the appalling state of the UK's pothole ridden roads,  only really appreciated in a Morgan with sliding pillar suspension.  Modern suspension systems can cope much better so most drivers don't appreciate fully how bad the roads are.  Needless to say Covid will be used as the excuse for delaying proper repairs in the near future.

                                                                    Not far from home
You would think that we would be used to them by now but it is nerve-racking and bone shaking to say nothing about the ghastly crashing noises emitted during every impact. 

I am tempted to invite the head of Lancashire County Council to spend a week driving in the Morgan with me when he might understand my chagrin.

Nevertheless it was a good drive in very pleasant conditions and at least the Morgan has had a good run and we have had a good dose of fresh air and are both yawning vigorously to prove it.