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Made in England
insignificant a poor angling session
was, when things like this were happening in the world. He smiled for the
rest of the day, and even more so on
the Saturday when he and Lynn came
over to our place. He even held the
one-day old Willow, which he certainly didn’t do with Ayla, for fear he
would break her. Getting to be an old
hand, I suppose.
Whilst all that was going on at the
hospital, I got on with helping a couple of Ben’s mates load up the van a
couple of times, and by one o’clock
everything was transferred. I knew
that mum and baby would be home to
our place later that afternoon, but I
had one more thing I was determined
to achieve that day, and, by five in the
afternoon, achieve it I did when I put
the last full stop in my book - finished.
What a day, and one I’ll always
remember with great pride and joy.
The next day we were at The
Tackle Warehouse in Crawley to do a
book signing – well, Chilly and Briggsy were signing, I was just generally
loitering, although a couple of copies
of ‘the Myth’ were thrust before me to
put scratches onto. Lovely day, all in
all. Lovely people, really friendly, and
all with some great stories to tell,
some of which I may impart in future
editions, once I have visited the lakes
in question! It’s a new shop, but quite
original in its layout, and if you’re
stuck for something for the missus to
buy you, then have a look at the
remarkable etched pint and wine
glasses that Paul does. For twentyfive quid they are a really great pres-
ent, and I’ve already booked mine
from Ayla and Willow.
Leaving the joy behind for a little, it
won’t surprise you that I’m just a little
perturbed by the goings on at Pavyott’s Mill in Somerset. For those of you
that are unaware, there was a fish kill
in there a few years back so the
owner decided to restock with big,
foreign fish. This proved somewhat of
a success for him, so much so that,
very recently, he took delivery of a
consignment of legally imported, and
KHV-vaccinated Israeli fish. The consignment consisted of about 40 fish
that were imported into a fish farm in
England last September, the fish
weighing between 19lb and 32lb. Fed
on a constant diet of pellets, they
were recently transferred into Pavyott’s Mill and had achieved an average weight gain of about 10lb each.
The owner said that the 40lb fish that
had been introduced were only four
years old – like that’s a good thing!
He also said that he had a number of
60lb and 70lb fish being held for him
in France, which he planned to move
very shortly.
Right, let’s look at this just a little
closer. The man is a businessman,
and, in this day and age, a profit is a
profit, and that’s the bloody truth.
Whether I agree with what he is
doing is immaterial, because everything is legal, so far. I just have some
concerns, and they are not to do with
greed, or instant 40’s for people who
probably couldn’t catch them elsewhere; they are to do with the fish, as
usual. A four-year-old fish of 40lb?
(Top) A carp at last, thanks to a rule
(Left) A poor reflection – never mind.


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