The blog has suffered from radio silence for a while – the dreaded
blue screen of death appeared and I thought all was lost. A lifetime digitised
and not backed up. I closed the screen and thought that I would have a little
sleep and see what happened…….nothing happened so a technical expert was called
in whilst I went fishing and forgot about it for weeks.
Success! Normal service resumes…….
I have just returned from a delightful adventure to the
River Severn in Shropshire. The annual pilgrimage to a water of my youth is now,
hopefully, a permanent fixture in my anglers calendar. I have written about the
place before, which sits in a quiet fold of Shropshire cattle countryside,
where memories are fond and paths well-trodden. They say never go back, but I
think once a year is just enough to keep the old memories alive.
It’s barbel and chub
country and I rarely fished it years ago if the river was anywhere near the
level it was on this trip – flood conditions were the time to head to the river
and huge lumps of Spam (4 hook baits from one tin) on a size 1 Aberdeen hook.
Big bait, big fish.
These days it’s a tad more refined, you have to find fish
along a long stretch as the barbel have certainly dispersed and are not there
in the numbers we enjoyed back in the 1990’s. The locals blame a few summer
floods which wiped out the ranunculus beds which the barbel loved, but who
The fishing is not important to me really, the joy is
friendship. Friends who never change, unlike the river, and have their own
lovely ways. For that the trip was memorable and I can’t wait for next year.