Amble down stairs and open the back door, freezing cold in just my boxer shorts. Then five minutes of deliberation, from his nibs before he decides it's to cold to go out and decapitate some more mice. And he goes back in. Now you may think just nudge him with your foot to get him out. I've tried that before while I had shoes on, a big mistake. He morphed into a hissing, snarling lunatic. In bare feet I thought better of it. Back to bed, but no more sleep came. Doubt I'll miss much today with that hard frost last night. Carl I know your out, sorry to let you down mate, I hope it was worth it. Always next weekend.
Doppelgangers of the Angling World Part XXXII.
We have not had one of these for a while, so without further ado may I present these fine two upstanding members of society. Below we have the Sussex maestro that is Richard Cleaver, lover of vintage tackle, best known for his simply abysmal effort to try and earn his "Stripes". But he came strong near the end, went on to coach the Jamaican Bobsleigh team, made a mean breakfast of flap jacks, nurtured his young nieces and nephew. And knocked up some great looking home made floats(hint, hint). Glad things are on the mend mate ;-0
As ever the year has seen me behave-mostly. So last week a little letter was popped up the chimney to Farther Christmas with a request for these three. Firstly Tangles with Pike, by Dominic Garnett. I'm looking forward to this, he writes very well. His blog is a pleasure to read, his book Flyfishing for Coarse Fish has intrigued me to maybe try this next summer.
I can't go and not mention Blythe Spartans, the FA Cup still holds it's magic. Let's hope they draw one of the big clubs in the third round and get a day out to remember.
Off for more Lemsips.
Enjoy your weekend.