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So. Still here. Hah. One of the best things about a self-propelled blog is that I don't ever have to argue about what I write. It's peaceful.

"We have a habit in writing articles published in scientific journals to make the work as finished as possible, to cover up all the tracks, to not worry about the blind alleys or describe how you had the wrong idea first, and so on. So there isn't any place to publish, in a dignified manner, what you actually did in order to get to do the work." - Richard Feynman in his Nobel Lecture, 1966 psycOi, psychologists at the back. Talking to you now.

"They are playing a game. They are playing at not playing a game. If I show them I see they are, I shall break the rules and they will punish me. I must play their game, of not seeing I see the game" - R.D. Laing ('Knots' p.1) RDLThe gamers may care to note that I won't play the game, will call you out on your game and call it a game. In front of everyone. GThere is one certain way to beat a game-player...like I'm going to tell you!

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2017 swivel 18th June 2017. Goldfinches, again.

Goldfinches The goldfinch collecting seeds on the front lawn Goldfinches The other goldfinch collecting seeds on the front lawn

2017 swivel 16th June 2017. The Glorious. Dammit. The ethics forms have to be in today and late yesteday, someone let me down, so I've had to work. Pah.

To those of you who got your tackle out, I hope the big day brought you what you needed, even if that wasn't what you were hoping for, to wit:   Anglesey 2011: crucian 2010 carp Anglesey 2011: crucian 2010 carp Anglesey 2011: crucian 2010 carp Anglesey 2011: crucian 2010 carp Anglesey 2011: crucian 2010 carp Anglesey 2011: crucian 2010 carp Anglesey 2011: crucian 2010 carp Anglesey 2011: crucian 2010 carp

2017 swivel 9th June 2017. Risby Park Fishing Ponds (near Kingston-upon-Hull). I was collecting a Littleangler from higher education and took a few hours to relax after a 300 mile drive, something I am increasingly ill-equipped to absorb with no consequence. I thought I'd try Folly Lake on this little complex as it's barely two miles from the digs.

I headed for the windward deeper end, after chatting to a chap at the other end to dig out a little information, and pitched in the corner. There was a shallow shelf, perhaps 2' and a drop-off about two yards out. I scattered corn on the shelf, slipped on a size 8 and pinched on a large bit of bread. The first thing that lifted the little quill was a decent bronze bream, and then a small carp, perhaps 1lb. For the next 90 minutes, I caught only these small carp and I pondered trying the next lake up, but stuck with it as about this time some larger fish appeared to be moving. In hindsight a mistake, as I only caught perhaps a score of these small carp to 2lb at most. Quite a few them had some kind of small louse on them and after flicking some of those off my hand, the remainder of the day, I nicked the hook out with the fish still in the water. Yrch.

Risby Park Fishing Ponds The pitch Risby Park Fishing Ponds The float and the rushes Risby Park Fishing Ponds The east end of Folly lake - really should have taken a picture of the folly

The pleasant chap in the swim next to me, fishing two method feeders, caught a stream of fish to perhaps 5lb, perhaps this is what people want now, or is what passes for fishing. I packed up at the appointed time, spoke with a another feeder-rodder up the lake, had a look round the bottom of the tench lake, where a group of fishermen made me feel very unwelcome with hard stares and uncomfortable silence. I ignored them, walked around and went off for pizza.

Maybe it's not a bad place, but it's not my kind of place.

2017 swivel 8th June 2017. The Swallows.

SwallowsThe first brood of this year. They're fledged and close to moving on - later in the day they were sat in a neat row on a hook near the nest, making occasional test flights down the garage and back.
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2017 swivel 25th May 2017. Kingsbridge. Having reached a milestone in the studies, I awarded myself a day out, grabbed the big Hex, with it's paint strippped between rings, bought a loaf of white, a hot-cross-bun loaf, a pack of mussels and some very cheap prawns-in-the-shell. I avoided the temptation to mow down the boiler-suited chap on the track and carried a chair to Wellington for one who's barrow was bust.

I ambled off to the other end, one o'clock by now, to fish Widgeon but was diverted up by a thin mat of debris and a scatter of carp. I snuck around to the other bank, tackled up behind a bush and spent a while cork-balling a prawn and watching circling carp. This failed, so I tried several pieces of bread (discovering that bread in the detritus was not spotted by gulls) and after a long long wait, a carp nabbed my hook bait and I struck, it all went solid and then the hook returned...the Wellington bogey still good then. I recast, flicked a few free bits and waited...and waited...and waited. The take was positive and I realised on the first long run this was the '66x with the dodgy clutch. Mental note. The carp gave in more-or-less after the long run. So much for the bogey.

All other carp having evaporated, I headed for Widgeon, scoffed two fine scotch eggs, then spent almost an hour fishing a long crust on the patch of lilies in the far corner. Encouraging movements, but a bailiff arrived and it didn't seem so good after that. Apparently there's a 'twenny' in here. So I snuck back around to the opposite bank of the Boot Lake and again fished prawn-on-the-deck, while carp ambled about. There were too many movements in the trees on my right to ignore, so I placed a piece of bread right into the branches. Then watched fish after fish mooch through, but one dark one, not mating-minded was sucking branches and I felt I only had to wait...

...a very long wait, stood behind a bush and just when I thought it was nearly over, another carp swanned in from stage-left and snaffled the bread in one gulp. OK then. That counts. The fish under the tree departed, I looked at the other end, thought better of it then sat on the most northerly swim on Tranquil (where they've cut down the tree that gave one shade, cover and a decent patch of Fly Agarics) and left the cork-ball to fish a prawn unaided while I sorted out a re-tackle to 10lb and a float. Onto Packhorse...

Wellington Wellington from the east end Wellington Having an amble, so not bothered... Wellington Looking down the Big Hex
WellingtonDo like this common, dark & lean. Wish they all were.
Wellington The cork ball behind the reeds Wellington The smaller common, so much for my Wellington bogey.

I'd hoped to see lilies here. This swim is a good one, with a channel between lily-patches and what appears to be step-changes in depth. No sign of the lilies is alarming; they've not removed them surely? I fish a rod-length out, the need to watch a float and although my half mussel is motionless a swirl or two by my right foot shows me a smallish carp. I feed it a couple of pieces of bread, pinch flake onto the stealthily retrieved hook and drop it in the gap. This vanishes with a 'pock' and the fish thought to be 2-3lb gains weight and speed...oh. It takes me a good ten minutes to bring it to the net, a very solid carp that was not the one I first saw. I'll take it. I tromp off for my chair, left behind doing the earlier good deed. Another carp came to the net, a solid common nabbed with a piece of flake on the deck, whipped out a roach on half a mussel then briefly contacted something firm enough to make the clutch yelp on the strike. When I told myself the next bite was the last one, along came another solid common, on a mussel. Off to get the boy from the day-job then. Hot day.

WellingtonThe pitch and the rod
Packhorse Yeah, I know, it's a float picture. Packhorse It's another float picture Packhorse Three carp and a roach

P.S. The next day I felt like I'd been mauled by a bear. I'm too old and over-weight to sit on the ground for hours and it felt like it. It occurred to me that sitting in the sun (24°C in the shade) for three hours wasn't smart either...it felt not unlike heat-stroke.

2017 swivel May 6th. Field curiosities.

Black Oil Beetle (Meloe violaceus) This, it turned out, was a Black Oil Beetle (Meloe violaceus), about 1¼" long I'd say. Rare now apparently. Early-Purple Orchid (Orchis mascula) A fine Early-Purple Orchid (Orchis mascula), not a great picture, it was rather stretching the old 'Small Technology' camera.
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2017 swivel April 24th. Old home, new home.

Nest Ok, it's not a work of art, but still...

The swallows seemed OK with the placement of last year's nest onto a bespoke shelf - simply building this year's nest on top of the old one. Heh.

2017 swivel April 14th. Goldfinch.

Goldfinch This fine fellow was breakfasting on dandelion seeds, not a bad shot for being taken through the window with the bird at the far end of the garden.

Three more turned up about coffee time, which was nice. Saw a big hedgehog behind the bin yesterday, nice to see them making a small comeback, at least chez JAA.

Goldfinch Three more turned up about coffee time Goldfinch Three more turned up about coffee time

2017 swivel April 8th. Today I saw my first swallow of the year. JAAJAA

The first swallow of the year OK it doesn't make it summer, but still...

2017 swivel April 2nd. Not foolish. Cabin-fever, so bundled the bait bucket, cockles and the LHSRE. The end of the lake without any anglers, a swim with invisible features at this time of the year, plus sun-shine, hot enough to remove my coat. I spadged the swim after sitting with flake-on-the-hook-on-the-line for a while, cruising carp for the potential tempting of. They were mooching, not feeding. I gave this up, put on a tiny quill and a fine-wire size 14, then fished in four-foot-eight of water, six feet out from the platform, from a seat behind it. A carp swam carefully and indifferently between my float and me. I removed a few wood-ants from the bait bucket and ducked a few gorse-entranced dumbledores.

Packhorse Lake Calm, blue, carp-mooching sorta day Packhorse Lake ...and the float.
Packhorse Lake Spike the perch popped by Packhorse Lake ...and his slighty expectant sister... Packhorse Lake ...and their big brother
Packhorse Lake Gorse flowers at their best, I could even smell them. Packhorse Lake ''When gorse is out of bloom, kissing is out of season''. True, but they are at their best around now tho'

The float jiggled away and the satisfying pull revealed the first of three perch, so I immediately added a wisp of red tinsel to the hook. Threafter bites were a satisfying wait apart, easy to work through the fresh coffee while also nabbing four good roach, perhaps two over 1lb. Then the last and largest perch really pulled the rod tip over hard, the float slipping away after a scatter of fry around. Then a small roach and two 1lb bronze bream, hand-landed to spare the net. Four hours was up, good enough.

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2017 swivel March 20th. Curiosity. Drat. The slender carbon switch mentioned in the below entry was exactly the wrong size to add a slender tip to the fly-rod tip section. Simply put, if I had cut the fly-rod tip section back to allow the insertion of the 'tip' I'd have ended up with a 'broom-handle-with-a-quiver-tip' type of affair which was not the idea at all.

2017 swivel March 14th. Curiosity, proverbial. It occured to me that the a slender carbon switch leaning on the window-sill, aka an 'ice rod', might make a fine thin flexible tip for a salmon fly-rod tip section, as part of an experiment to make a tough adaptable 'all round' rod.

2017 swivel March 10th. Words of the day. If I were to take up Morris Dancing, both legs would have bells on.

Mystify v. To befuddle, cloud, obscure, mask whatever is going on. The substitution of false for true constructions of what is being experienced, being done (praxis), or going on (process), and the substitution of false issues for the actual issues.

Flennel v. 1. To use a lot of words to avoid telling the truth or answering a question, as part of an overall strategy to construct a new narrative by mystifying the old narrative, possibly in order to deceive. 2. To masquerade as a rustic in an attempt to prise cash from gullible internet users, book buyers or anglers. ToSMy thanks to the Thane of Sussex for the second definition of 'flennel'.

2017 swivel March 1st. Quiet, isn't it? hamThe words "I don't like it sir, it's too quiet..." are traditionally muttered by an NCO at the head of cavalry troop to the commanding officer, shortly and presciently before an arrow appears in said NCO or officer, depending on the star billing of the respective actors.
The laws of narrative causality are so powerful, it's now almost impossible for an NCO to mutter those words without something terrible happening to him or the officer. But, oddly, never both.

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2017 swivel February 4th. The overdue demise of 'Houdini' the PikeFive pike went into 'pond 6' as an experiment. I think we've removed about 57 pike in total...so far.

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2017 swivel January 28th. Had to drag the hound, the Little-anglers all toiling. Wonderful light, but only had the SMIt's a Blackberry, I like them. on me. I planned to get the camera and go back down the lane, but by the time I'd descended the hill, the clouds were zipping over.

Dorset in a kind lightThe church-yard snow-drops are, of course, wonderful.
Dorset in a kind light An unusual view of the place Dorset in a kind light The winterbourne, unusually dry at the end of January, possibly foreshadowing a dry year.
Dorset in a kind lightThe view from up the hill

2017 swivel January 27th. I was saddened by the passing of Rick Parfitt in late 2016. 'The Quo' were a big part of my 1970's and 1980's, part of 'the warehouse' culture, along with cowboy boots (guilty), swaggering a bit and rolling yer overall sleeves up to the elbow. I saw them perform at least half-a-dozen times and played their early albums incessantly. In the late '80's they went a bit 'pop'...I recall Chris Tarrant saying of 'Burning Bridges', "It was a nice record but hardly music to bang your head on the furniture with"...or words to that effect. I ceased my slavish buying of albums and recycled the existing vinyl on my 'Dual CS505', rattling the 'Wharfdale Diamonds' on their steel-spiked stands....

The other night on BBC4 was the documentary 'Hello Quo'. I enjoyed it enormously, although it was really really 'Spinal Tap' - it really was. I can't help thinking this was deliberate, during the 'Spinal Tap' interview in which the blundering dysfunctional duo riff out one of their 'first hits', there's definitely a sense it's not unlike 'Down the Dustpipe'. And that's before the cod artifice of 'Listen to the Flower People' pomm'Pictures of Matchstick Men', 'Ice in the Sun', pick one.  and 'Gimme Some Money' mkgsThere's at least three tracks on 'Ma Kelly's Greasy Spoon' this could be mocking, but I'll go with 'Shy Fly'... . So very hard to see the join.

Anyhoo, nodding a bit, I boogied off to download 'Quid Pro Quo'. It's just terrific and harks back to those thumping great days of 'Blue for You' and 'On the Level' and stirs a vague memory of listening to 'Rain' from outside Penn village hall, while 'Joanne the Harlot' tried to get me to do something sacriligeous in a churchyard cthI felt obliged to decline said offer or inducement. One must have standards, even with a harlot . Today, I ached, winter grippe, this album quite took me back to 1979 and cheered me. Rock on. Again. And Again. aaaAh come on, you can see what I did there.

2017 swivel January 24th. "if they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about the answers", Thomas Pynchon from his 1972 novel 'Gravity's RainbowGravity's Rainbow is a 1973 novel by American writer Thomas Pynchon, traversing a wide range of knowledge, the novel transgresses boundaries between high and low culture, between literary propriety and profanity, and between science and speculative metaphysics.'.

2017 swivel January 15th. Loved River by H.R.Jukes. I read of this in 'Waterlog' and wondered, much like when I stumbled across Negley Farson's great book NFNegley Farson's 'Going Fishing' illustrated by C.P.Tunnecliffe. , where had the 'Loved River' been all of my life? It's a simple account of the author creating the river of his dreams from the river of his childhood. By stages it becomes apparent that the river and the denizens of its valley, beautifully drawn, are tenants, that the whole is part of some estate. It is shot through with wit, beauty, engineering and above all a deep respect. The players are finely drawn, the old schoolmaster, the school-friends, the effortless charm of a good friend, the grotesquely self-entitled and the tenants. The latter are by turns indulgent, sly, slightly irreverent and decent. One must always take care with the pictures drawn by one in a privileged position, but its self-deprecation and humility rings true. You leave the 'Loved River' reluctantly wanting to know more, but that, tantalisingly, knowingly, is held just out of reach. Mesmerising, like the river itself.

H.R. Jukes 'Loved River' map.H.R. Jukes 'Loved River' map.

Here shall he fear no enemy,
But Winter and Rough Weather.

2017 swivel January 11th 2017. Kingsbridge, Packhorse.

The air had warmed to a balmy 9°C and there was a fresh wind so wanting to fish water with movement, I took the remaining worms and some better that expected maggots for a dip. Initially it all felt right, It was just good to see waves after a month of flat still water, so I cheerfully fished in a stiff breeze for two hours, keeping the rod-tip on the float, so it's apparent upwind drift could be ignored. One carp rolled giving me hope, but nothing else. I worked through my baits ending with one maggot on an '18' and when even this didn't flicker, conceded, went for a stroll, picking up what I thought were two drifting boilies, which turned out to be oak-apples on a leaf. Huh. All the mixers I'd flicked ('spooned') were bobbing in the margins, untouched, so I headed for the other end of the wind.

Packhorse Lake The windward end, with its encouraging waves... Packhorse Lake ...and the float. Packhorse Lake The peculiar oak-apples.

5.1°C here, warm enough, 5.9°C directly opposite where two trickles of metallic water oozed across the path. Next swim down 5.1°C. I pick up an old shell from the gravel deposits, seed the reeds with mixers and head back to the second pitch. The sun is low, bright, the wind is fishtailing and I've seen one fish, a carp at the other end. Not a ripple otherwise. I wait. I've caught fish on less promising days, but today feels an empty promise. I muse wandering with worms as at least I'll be moving. 3pm, two hours is plenty of time for a change. Hm.

At 3:30, with my body temperature sinking, neglecting to bring a flask and half of my thermals, I decide that no fish at 4pm would send me back through the two gates (which I loathe). Naturally, I get two dithery bites on maggots both of which produces small rudd. Enthused, although not warmed, persist to the first tendril of dusk and the rising moon, but that was it...I must work out how to get my camera to take the scene exactly as it looks.

Packhorse Lake The leeward end... Packhorse Lake ...and its first float.
Packhorse LakeThe very old shell, Packhorse Lakethe wind-driven sky... Packhorse LakeThe 'bag' Packhorse Lake...and the bad moon rising.

I raise my core temperature yomping to the car, but not as much as I'd like. The STThat's the Small Technology', or for the hard of abbreviation, 'smart phone'. produces "Gimme Shelter" which is apposite and I ponder a bucket of bread-and-hemp, the best cold-water spadge, which had slipped my mind of late.

2017 swivel January 1st 2017. Happy New Year.

In 2016 I took exams, started to learn critical thinking and how to write essays. Some called my intellectual 180° U-turn 'brave'. I thought they were being complementary. In the run-up to the exams, I realised they were quite wrong, it was more like temporary insanity. Still. LO...although, I passed everything, after some minor flailing about. psy'Insanity' is now something I have a better than average understanding of.

"It is well known that a vital ingredient of success is not knowing that what you're attempting can't be done." - Terry Pratchett

"Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know, that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom." - Terry Pratchett

It is extraordinary that in a world where almost anything can be discovered with a few strokes of a keyboard, that so many are so disinclined to find out anything for themselves. It baffles me, frankly. Perhaps ignorance really is bliss? It's certainly ignorance.

"Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it." - Santayana.

To which one might add, that those who remember the past are condemned to failure by the same argument. In any event, may 2017 bring you peace and fishes.

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05:03am on 2017-06-23 JAA