Day six

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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

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