A wonderful, unbroken night of sleep was only cut short by another flurry of bleeps – this time they were not from my alarm but, from my mobile. There were more big fish, lots of them. Stu had started to build something, right up in the shallows at the western end of the lake and he’d now started to see the odd larger fish. Ash had nailed a 57lb common, a real brute. And Sean had been doing what Sean does, landing five carp in a manic hour as the sun came up. This time, they even appeared to be from his own water as well!
Once everyone had been committed to film, we decided to have a big BBQ that afternoon – so after a shower, we paired off in vehicles and made the short drive to the local town of Pierrefonds, which sits in the shadow of a spectacular castle. Pierrefonds is the home of a butcher of some repute, however, with nobody having eaten breakfast and more than one of us stating they were verging on a state of ‘hangry’, it was decided we’d forsake the BBQ for an all-you-can-eat Chinese. So we loaded up the wagon train and set off for Compiegne instead.
Due to the after effects of all my medication, some of my times and dates maybe a little wayward – but I am pretty sure this was the same day that Mr ‘never miss a beep’ didn’t miss the beeps, he simply picked up the wrong rod when he heard them and, due to the amount of weed draped over his line, played that ‘fish’ for quite a while, unsure as to why his other rod was still rattling off... Take a bow, son.
I am pretty sure this was the same day that Mr ‘never miss a beep’ didn’t miss the beeps, he simply picked up the wrong rod...
TOP S’happening, buh? Paul picked up the right rod in the end