Gruff and I left Surrey at around 11.30 and the temperature was a balmy 19 degrees.The traffic was,as ever really bad on the M25 and it seemed to take an age to reach the M1 and the ominous road signs that simply read THE NORTH.
We trundled along at a sedate 40 miles per hour around Luton owing to road works,that done we picked up speed and sped on to the mighty Trent.It was just passed Copthall Bishop that I glanced out of the van window and noticed my first ever Dark Satanic Mill,it was a shock to behold as I was led to understand that these were but a figment of some "Southern Ponce's" imagination.But there it was glowering like the gates to Hades.
We arrived around 1600 in the pissing rain and howling wind and went for a little stroll.Sorted a couple of swims we fancied and then went for some "Scran",a nice pub in Fishkerton called the Bromley Arms.Nice food,good Ale and friendly people.The North was growing on me.
Back to the river and time to set up and await the other guys who were due down.The river was rising(more of that latter),so I picked this swim here.
Next to arrive where Mike Oz and Biggun,hand shakes and greetings exchanged the two wily old buggers set about finding some areas to fish.Next down was Warren Haywood followed much,much later by Conrad.Conrad was so late that dusk was approaching and he did not quite grasp how much the river was coming up.And settled in a perilous swim.
It was now 22.30,the rain had mercifully stopped and I was sitting under my umbrella just relaxing when along the flood bank came a bobbing head torch.It was Conrad............
"Fooking 'ell Monty if this comes up much higher I'm going to be in trouble"
"Move down here with me mate,plenty of room,not worth the risk"
I had already moved back up the bank twice already but had plenty of space behind me if need be.
"OK mate thanks"
By now it was 23.15 and my nice tidy peg was being royally smashed to fook,as Gruff helped Conrad get his gear down.Job done by 23.45 and we could enjoy the last 15 minutes of tension.Or could we?It was all to much for Conrad and this was himself just passed midnight after my first cast,while his rod still lay dormant.Or was it my wit and conversation that had this effect.
We all packed away around 0630 and said our goodbyes and by now it was pissing down again.Did I enjoy,not a'rrff.Great company and I look forward to the next time.
Three things though.......
Who managed to drop a Chris Lythe Pin in the Trent?
Who fell asleep without the bait runner engaged?
Who's landing net saved a lost rod?
None of the above is me!
I'm now going to have a little kip,as I've been awake since Friday morning and I'm knackered.Enjoy your weekend.