Who am I?

An individual, of no great importance, who is unable to see the natural world as a place for competition. I catch fish, watch birds, derive immense pleasure from simply looking at butterflies, moths, bumble-bees, etc - without the need for rules! I am Dylan and this is my blog - if my opinions offend? Don't bother logging on again - simple!


Sunday 17 May 2020

Almost there

In less than 24 hrs I will have cast a line into Church Lake, at my syndicate fishery, for the first time since this pandemic situation began. I can't recall feeling any more excited about going fishing in my entire life? To be totally honest, it won't matter a jot if I catch or not, the fact that I'm able to cast a baited hook, once again, suggests that there is light at the end of this, awfully dark, tunnel. 3 kg, dry weight, of munga has been prepared although, obviously, I don't envisage needing anything like this amount for my initial visit. All that's required now is to prepare my flavour smoke, liquidised sweetcorn and tuna flakes, and job's a good'n! I've got a couple of extra camera batteries in the tackle bags, so am hoping to get a few shots of the ridiculous array of gear that is now deemed "essential" when faced with a new challenge. I've made the decision to use the Duncan Kay's to start with, as I have no idea how these carp behave, so don't wish to destroy a sixty year old, split cane, rod whilst discovering I'm under-gunned. All part of the, never ending, learning process? Best err on the side of caution until I've got my feet under the table, so to speak!

It's been a beautiful day here, on Thanet, with early cloud burning away to reveal a wonderfully clear sky, light winds and brilliant sunshine. Bev loved it, pretending to be a lizard, laid there on her sunbed, just like she does in Kefalonia, but without our friends. (More about them soon) I spent the majority of the day watching the local Buzzards and Sparrowhawks going about their daily routines, whilst noting a definite increase in House Martin and Swallows around Newlands airspace. Camera is always close to hand and I was happy to stand in my study door and record, both, Jackdaw and Wood Pigeon just because I could.


  1. I wish Dyl, I could get that real buzz back for angling. The last time I was hanging on for the season to start with real excitement was 1980.

    Last year I caught a Barbel of 9lb's which as a kid would have had me running about like a nut case* (*the one I probably was) But this time it was, 'Hmm, that's decent, and my first Barbel since 1995 as well'. Satisfaction, but no excitement.

    A bit sad really.

    1. If angling no longer "floats your boat" then so be it. You can't deny the pleasure it brought during your earlier years. I have to be grateful that I walked away from the sport in 1993, because otherwise I feel that the drug fuelled carp scene would have gotten the better of me. Having my son, as the reason I restarted the hobby, is an extremely rewarding way of rediscovering that "passion for angling"
      Fingers crossed, we might still get together for Sye's 60th - Boris to the rescue? - Speak again soon - Dyl