The editor unburdens his recent difficulties, but despite all the adversity he’s faced he is determined to spend some time on the bank
As the nights begin to draw in at a rapid rate of knots, I’ll quite willingly and swiftly tuck this year under the bed and try and forget about it ever happening, I think. This is obviously a month or so premature but by god it’s been a stinker from a personal point of view. As I alluded to in my first editorial, I shan’t be giving you all the full insight into my personal life, as I’m a personal kind of guy, but I’ll gloss over a couple of bits for your delectation; in the past six months I’ve managed to lose 50% of my gainful employment and my long-term (for me) relationship with my erstwhile better half has finished. I have no plans, or the relevant funds, for a new start, which was enforced whether I liked it or not, when I moved out. I’ve buried my best mate and his father, and said goodbye to a couple more along the way, too. It has, by all accounts, been an annus horribilus – lol!
Fingers crossed though, there’s just a tiny ray of light at the end of the tunnel, and that’s two bits of fishing I really shouldn’t have committed too!
Firstly, I’ve been asked to photograph the 10th anniversary Forces Carp Classic match over at Abbey. In return, I get to sling my rods out every night and listen to ol’ Les Wright snoring his little head off. It’ll be great to catch up with many faces, both old and new. The weather looks like it’s all falling into place at just the right time, so, who knows, just as this hits the shelves, I could be sat back, surrounded by a pile of silverware, lots of carpy prizes and a winner’s cheque – with Les too, obviously. It’s bloody unlikely going on the year’s events so far, but a nice thought all the same!
Secondly, there is the small matter of Cassien. I can neither afford it, nor do I have the time for it, but I’m bloody going and that’s that! I’ve driven past it on a couple of occasions now but never stopped for a dangle. That is all about to change. Seven short days in what little winter sun is left on offer shall be gratefully accepted, part way through November.
The accommodation is booked, the boat is hired – it sounds as simple as packing seven pairs of pants and socks (plus a couple of T shirts) and a rig box and going to haul 20kg-plus carp for fun. Let’s hope so anyway. Like I said, I need the break!
For company, I have Mr Al White, a man who’s aversion to Euro fishing is much like my distaste for his football club. On a plus note, he’s also a bit of a lefty and a serial ‘statto’ – of everything – and as it’s only a 14 hour drive from my front door (you can add an extra hour if we end up choosing the ferry instead of a train), the conversation should be riveting on the journey down...
All jokes aside, some say he’s a dab hand with a boat. Some say he can read the subtle nuances of the lake bed using an echo sounder. So I say he sounds like the ideal companion for my first real effort on a big piece of water. All that hard graft and featurefinding will feel a cinch, whilst sitting on a beach with some wine and cheese as he bobs about gently, on the horizon.
Bring on the snark(s)!
ABOVE Group Shot of the 2015 Forces Carp Classic at Abbey Lakes
BELOW The famous Cassien road bridge (image courtesy of Steve Briggs)