Just pulled it up, before it seeded, from the back of my woodland area adjacent to the field.
I can only assume it has returned with me from a fishing expedition in seed form, or I hope, not through the bird seed supply!!
Although I'm 200yards from The Bain, I'm not taking a chance with the birds spreading this one throughout The Wolds river system.
Destruction has now taken place.
Our own barbel stream?
Chateaux de Bonneville
I wonder if you need big feet ??
Have the kids gone back yet?
Going out after lunch to fish into darkness. I will report back, whatever the result.
Feel like I need a release of feelings, so I'll go and shout at the fish!
Cricket
It just ain't, is it?
No surprise though to me, I've always thought the men are a sly cheating load of individuals in general.
That's not being racist,because I ain't, it's experience of dealing with the "but but's" throughout my working, and cricket playing life!!!
My dad used to say the same of the Arabs he worked with for many years during, and after the war in the oil industry.
Something to do with indoctrination perhaps?
The Indians on the other hand, are of a different breed altogether.
Courage?
What is the meaning of courage?
Is it to fight a bull in a bullfight?
Is it to fly a fighter plane in combat?
Is it to practice free fall parachuting?
Is it bungee jumping?
Wild water rafting?
Bullshit! Those are nothing!
Our local farmer is a conservationist with boxes all around his land for the local birdlife .This is the contents of one box, well 4 of the 5, the other one was even more camera shy and left for the barn rafters.
What with "adopted" old folk neighbours and my ol'mum, not enough time to do a great deal at present.
Visits to hospital to see the neighbour, and down to see a mum who gives the impression she's had enough, hasn't given me much inclination to write on here, or even to go fishing.There are more important things to concern myself with.
Not only that, the wind and rain doesn't encourage a visit to the wide open spaces of the tidal Trent.....maybe tomorrow!
Having had the car fully serviced the other week thought that will be it until MoT time,that was until...
A trip to check out a few new, to me, lake fisheries.
Both the fisheries were down and around farms, so the journey to each was along farm tracks,some of which bore the signs of heavy vehicles trundling through in very wet conditions.
Ruts?
Well, some of these ruts were so deep, I almost could see Perth!
So I kept as far over to the left or the right of these ruts so as too ride the ridge,that
was until the eagerness to see one of the waters overcame my caution.
BANG, bang!!
"Oh bugger that's stuffed the exhaust", or words to that effect, so I parked up next to the lake and had a look. No obvious signs of problems. So off to walk the fishery.
Looks very promising, although somewhat overcome with weed in probably 50% of the lake. I like weed on a lake especially when advice tells me of specimen fish in the deeps.
Anyway, back to the car and back on the rutty road, which I managed without further crunching of the under carriage, no rattles so I thought,"lucky" me.
I'll be back tomorrow.
Stopped of for lunch at a close by pub,spent £50 on a very good meal for two and on my merry way.
Next morning, reversed off my drive, (the garage is full of back issue magazines) only to see a black patch on the brick pavious, thought nothing of it and did a trip to the baker.
Came back loaded the car with tackle drove off the drive and looked back,another black patch.
The type left by old Bonneville's, the name of my house by the way!
Too much of a leak to trust on a longish journey, so I called back into the garage and booked it in, half hoping the seals had failed following the service they did for me.
A 'phone call later, "you've got a crack in the sump" "Oh bugger", or words......
"Could replace or we have an ol'boy 'round corner can weld it, much cheaper!"
"Welding would be fine"
So the cut a long story short £150.............. three lunches!!!
Whilst going about my daily life of laughs and annoying the spratts of this world, I've buggered up the sump of the motor going down a rocky lane fishing.
More dosh!!
So, out to have a curry and a few Lal Toofan to drown the sorrows.
Oh yes
CP, tell everybody what you told me about your "good friend" MB.
Friends indeed!!!
One of my firm favourites from the mid 1970's were Little Feat.
Their drummer Richie Haywood died 3 days ago and joins their lead singer Lowell George who died in 1979, in Rock n' Roll Heaven.
See them both in action in 1975.
I've just finished reading The Guardian this morning, and a particular piece struck a chord with me.
It related a story of school boy who stood on the stage at his school's annual Christmas variety performance, and he recited the words to Bike from Pink Floyds, Pipers at the Gates of Dawn.
It wasn't that so much that struck a chord, even though along with Jimi Hendrix's Are you Experienced, it was the first ever LP I bought.
It was the thought that this lad had gone to the trouble of writing down the lyrics of a song that had perhaps affected him to some extent at that time.
My guess they are a Syd Barrett's version of a love song.
I still sing it from time to time!!!
So, I was wondering if we all did that sort of thing at sometime in our,growing up time?
I certainly did, I don't mean standing on a stage and reciting words.
My first ever experience of that sort of thing was probably when I was 7 or 8ish in the school choir, we were all singing a song about a robin and the north wind, and I was well into it, as you do in your enthusiasm of childhood.
Found it!!
BUT, I was picked out and asked to sing it in front of everybody.
Well once on stage, I froze and could feel myself going reder and reder before my personal agony was stopped!!
Ah, the memories of childhood that stick.
Anyway, I did once write down the lyrics to a song it was Substitute by The Who, it must have been around my 17th birthday, why I did it, I don't know, but I can remember dropping the needle back on the record to make sure I got it all down correctly.
I still sing that song from time to time too, although I'm sure others will say, the sweet tones of that innocent schoolboy are long gone!
If there's anybody out there reading this, did you do that?
Whilst I am on the subject
I never bought a Beatles record, it must have been part of my early incarnation as a rebel (without a cause)
My first ever 45 was Stay by The Hollies in 1964.
I can well remember all the hype and all my mates raving about the Beatles, and all the girls falling in love with John, Paul, or George....never Ringo! I was determined they were not for me.
Anyway, my rebellion was The Dave Clarke 5! I bought all their singles and a couple of ep's, only falling out of favour when the film Catch us if you can appeared.
I also got into The Rolling Stones, that interest spanned for a few years,from Little Red Rooster up to Beggars Banquet.
I played this song continuously while waiting for the time to go by on the morning of my wedding.
37 years later I still don't know why! ;o)
In my humble opinion, the best Stones album ever.
My music moved on in the 70's perhaps i'll get around to telling those stories too.
Thought that I needed a treat today, my diet has been ok, (9kg's) but I needed a chip for a change!
So we drove to Cleethorpes for a walk along the front, to be followed by fish & chips.
We were both expecting all sorts of problems with parking, and long queuing at the chippy. Both were que less.
No hoards of kids and holiday makers, as we had been warned.
Friday is go home day perhaps?
The wind was whistling along a bit, but the stroll along the front,the tide was out, was just what the doctor ordered.
So to Steel's Corner House for skate & chips, bread & butter and a pot of tea.Very good too, quality food well cooked...chips were mouth wateringly good, especially when wrapped in bit of sliced white!
Full to the brim , the weather getting a bit overcast and windier, we decided for the slow country route home.......niiiiiiiice!
The simple things in life are the best.
The 6th & last Affair ( I missed out five)
Jack was dying, his wife was sat at the bedside.
He looked up and said weakly: 'I have something I must confess'
'There's no need to' his wife replied.
'No,' he insisted, 'I want to die in peace,I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!'
'I know,' she replied.
I have an Octavia Estate,1.9tdi, it's clocked up 110000 miles and does 60miles to the gallon on a good long mixed run. 9 year old next month.
I am not a slow coach either.
Had it checked out today and no serious problems.
Well they told me I had a couple of windscreen chips (which I knew) both motorway speed chips, out of the vision line.
A cracked front number plate, (which I knew), cock pheasant at speed!!!
No, not a Bonneville rider on stabilisers!
What I hadn't noticed was that it is apparently pulling to the left,why they didn't ring and get my approval to check the tracking, I don't know! Still, it may come in handy ;o)
Anyway £135 for a full service.
Highly recommend the Skoda, get's all my tackle and more in with ease.
Don't overlook them.
Thanks Bob Roberts
The 4th Affair (alright I'll get them out of the way quick)
A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door.
'Hurry,' she said, 'stand in the corner.' She rubbed baby oil all over him, then dusted him with talcum powder.
'Don't move until I tell you,' she said. 'Pretend you're a statue.'
'What's this?' the husband enquired as he entered the room.
'Oh it's a statue,' she replied.
'The Smiths bought one and I liked it so I got one for us, too.'
No more was said, not even when they went to bed..
Around 2 AM the husband got up, went to the kitchen and returned with a sandwich and a beer.
'Here,' he said to the statue, 'have this. I stood like that for two days at the Smiths
and nobody offered me a damned thing.'
Our improved view across the mown field!
The River Bain is on the bush line, but is a mere trickle 500yards from it's spring source.
Today my Octavia goes for a full service, fingers crossed.
Garden tidy day I think.
Dreaming
Awake early this morning after dreaming about fishing the tidal Trent, may just stray out tomorrow to have another go.
The 3rd Affair (I may abandon these just a bit tame)
An undertaker was working late one night.
He examined the body of Albert Schwartz, about to be cremated, and made a startling discovery.
Schwartz had the largest penis he had ever seen!
'I'm sorry Mr. Schwartz,' said the undertaker, 'I can't allow you to be cremated
with such an impressive private part..
It must be saved for posterity.'
So, he removed it, stuffed it into his briefcase, and took it home.
'I have something to show you won't believe,' he said to his wife, opening his briefcase.
'My God!' the wife exclaimed,
We fished two tides on a very low river.
All three of us blanked (as did others) despite, all methods tried, no signs of fish movement.
The river needs a good flush I think.
Great company and a good day to sit by the river,watch the world go by and chat.
Buzzard spotted overhead and the biggest flock of lapwing I've seen for many a year.
Another series of one a Blog post.
The 1st affair
A married man was having an affair with his secretary.
One day they went to her place and made love all afternoon.
Exhausted, they fell asleep and woke up at 8 PM.
The man hurriedly dressed and told his lover to take his shoes outside and rub them in the grass and dirt.
He put on his shoes and drove home.
'Where have you been?' his wife demanded.
'I can't lie to you,' he replied, 'I'm having an affair with my secretary. We had sex all afternoon.'
She looked down at his shoes and said:
'You lying swine!
You've been playing golf!'
Subtle?
Stay
I pulled into the crowded car park at the local supermarket and rolled down the car windows to make sure my Lab Retriever pup had fresh air.
She was stretched full-out on the back seat and I wanted to impress upon her that she must remain there.
I walked to the kerb backward,Pointing my finger at the car and saying emphatically,'Now you stay. Do you hear me?'
'Stay! Stay!'
The driver of a nearby car, a pretty blonde young lady, gave me a strange look and said,
'Why don't you just put the handbrake on?
Fishing tomorrow
I'm expecting two brothers tomorrow from Essex, whom I will show, for their first time,the delights of the mighty Trent.
My report will possibly include one or two expletives, so fair warning to the sensative souls among you.
We intend to visit the tidal, in itself a big challenge by comparisom to the middle reaches. At least we should have some water movement!
I just hope my calculations are sound as I would sooner fish from high tide during the run off,to give us all at least a better chance of connecting with the fish!
