We shall go on to the end, we shall fish in France, we shall fish on the seas and oceans, we shall fish with growing confidence and growing strength on the commercials, we shall fish our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fish on the beaches, we shall fish on the landing grounds, we shall fish in the fields and in the streets, we shall fish in the hills; we shall never blank"
Sunday, 25 September 2011
The boys branch out with Fred
It's cold outside there's no kind of atmosphere! 4c as we finally meet in the car park of brailsford. Brother of Carlos is in the kitchen, bacon butties quickly abandoned and fishing focus all the way. Nico turns up. If its not one it's the other, night on the lash and belly full of chilli-good job he brought plenty of food and drink! After listening to local knowledge and taking on board the weather we headed to the small, yes small puddle called advent or something. Only us on it so the story is set. Lake next to us match won with 70lb. A few carp between us,goldfish and roach. Different day might be good and nets as well . Off to new pastures with Longford next sunday. Mad men.
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