By the riverbank again today, all hunched over looking like an abandoned pile of corduroy and canvas. Perch & Roach mainly... I get them dressed for the table by a little man in town...

Any help with making the bastards taste palatable ?

We've been making risottos with them mainly and piling on a lot of sauces on top.  They still taste kinda 'pondy' though...

... Mrs Topstitcher is very dismissive about my tackle... Mainly it's the smell. I have taken over the cupboard under the stairs as a 'rod room'... Next door is my very own lavatory - Quite literally a Water Closet: It's a cupboard with a loo in it, about the size of a wardrobe and an original Victorian feature of the house. We call it 'Vagas' because the flush is not to be trusted - Far too often what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...

I'll get it fixed.

But then I'll have to re-name the loo...

Any thoughts ?

Thanks.

Wise words.

Fishing again today with a chum (No work until Sunday - Hurrah!). I think I'll start to stop baiting my hook. The fish really ruin my fishing.

I'm dun with this conversation.

Just shad myself.