Fishing

Last weekend was a trip over to Halesworth for a day’s fishing. Leaving home just before 11, train to Peterborough via Birmingham New Street, and met Geoff in the usual place outside Waitrose. The weather rapidly got extremely foul, very heavy rain, and it was a somewhat horrid drive, with Geoff’s BMW losing adhesion briefly a couple of times in unexpected/unseed pools of water on the motorway, despite 4-wheel drive. I was dropped off at Sim’s around 5pm, and we went out for a meal (with Geoff and Phoebe) at 8.

Saturday was up at 6am, to get to the lake for shortly after 7.  It was still pelting with rain, which kept up until lunchtime, so I was glad I’d packed my “cag-in-a-bag” and waterproof cycling trousers! A very slow start to fishing – no bites for anyone until about 11. It then started to clear up, and there were sunny spells during the afternoon.  Geoff, Sim, and I all caught a fish (in that order), though sadly Phoebe did not. We ended the fishing at 3 – too cold and damp to carry on for the extra hour until dusk (which is of course 15 or 20 minutes earlier in East Anglia than in Worcester).

Back to Oak Cottage for the evening. Charlie (dog) was being a real pest – barking at me at every opportunity, and being unexpectedly aggressive. I was initially slightly surprised, as he’d settled down with me fairly rapidly on my last visit a year ago, and then a bit pissed off. Eventually, I retreated to an early bed … needed, as I’d been up early! Fortunately, Charlie had calmed down on Monday, and didn’t bark at me a single time in the morning.

I had several  short conversations with Anne – she’s much worse that she was last time I saw her, and noticeably vague and rambling, although quite cheerful. Dementia is clearly progressing quite fast, sadly. It’s taking a massive toll on both Sim and Phoebe, and I don’t think that the current situation is sustainable.

Monday was catching the 12.40 train. I’d decided to go back via Ipswich, rather than via Norwich which I’d originally planned, and Phoebe caught the same train on her way back to London. We had a long and serious talk about the situation at Oak Cottage, and of course some lighter moments. The rest of the train journey went a bit awry, with the cross-country train being delayed, so just missing the planned train at Birmingham. I arrived home about 8pm, and was pretty much of a write-off: The Burger Shop delivery for supper (which took ages to arrive), and Tuesday was strictly a “recovery day” of being unable to do much.

Oh, and in case anyone wonders why the vape remined in my mouth, there were no accessible pockets in either the cagoule or the trousers! And when playing a fish, there are no spare hands to pull up the cag and pull down the trousers to get at jacket or trouser pockets, and the only place to spit out the vape would have sent it into the water (risk of pollution / explosion!).



finally …

We finally had a frost last night, though not a very heavy one. The thermomenter says that the minimum air temperature was -4C, though the ground was obviously still rather warmer. The photo is of the parsley, in a raised tub in the herb area.

late again

Still no proper frost here! Air temperature last night was down to -0.6, but had risen to -0.3 by the time I got up. However, the ground did not reach frost level.

I normally reckon first frost here in my urban heat island is around 4th-7th November, though last yearthere was no frost until a sprinkling of snow on 19th. It’s all getting ridiculously late.

Bother !

Bother! (or similar remark).

The shower/bath mixer tap has started dripping at a rate where it can no longer be ignored. It’s not even all that old – I think I put it in seven or eight years ago. Replacing it is straightfrward, no hassle …. apart from the fact it means removing bath panels to get underneath, which is a job that I loathe. However, a replacement has been ordered and should be here towards the end of the week.

end of season

From the batch ripened indoors after the plants had been pulled up, I’ve been having the orange plum tomatoes at lunchtime but this Black Russian is the very last of this year’s crop to ripen. Nothing now until I sow the saved seeds, which I do on Valentine’s Day in Febrary.

goodbye, Christmas tree

Despite having managed reasonably well to water it and rotate the pot during the scorching summer drought, the south-facing side of my Christmas Tree is beyond recovery (the north side is ok-ish). Time to say goodbye. It did Christmas 2022, 2023, 2024 so I’m not complaining: three years is about as long as I ever get for a potted living tree.
A new one of the same species (“Picea Glauca Conica”) has been ordered, for delivery in the last week of November.

getting older

One of those sudden realisations of age! OK, it’s one nice Bramley apple, and Waitrose is not cheap … but it was eleven shillings and ninepence ha’penny (59p).

It’s been a rotten year for yields of some staple food items, and food price inflation, while a bit lower than the very scary peak, is still far too high. It’s grossly misleading for media and government to claim that high food price increases are offset by lower air fare and fuel price inflation when calculating the overall rate – those most affected by inflation are least likely to afford cars or planes.

winter …

As autumn slides gracelessly into the past, the winter flowers have started to appear. Yesterday was the winter-flowering clematis (c. cirrhosa v. balearica “Freckles”), today is the winter jasmine. A cheerful note of colour, planted just outside the french window so I see it every time I go to sit in my recliner.

winter flowering

Despite most of the leaves on my fern-leaf clematis having gone brown and crunchy during the summer drought, it’s recovered well. Lots of buds, and this morning I noticed on my way to put veg peelings in the compost bin that the first flowers have opened. It will now go on flowering until about March.