The Saxon Ponds

This is the page for The Saxon PondsPete's Ponds, on '' one of 'Pete's Waters'.

In 2010 or so, I was searching for background information about 'Luckfield I was still trying get to grips with it...' and stumbled across an image of a page from Peter Rolfe's book "The Net on the Garage WallIf you have a copy of this, you should treasure it.", which had a reference to Luckfield Lake. Shortly after this, in one of those instances of striking serendipity that cause even the most rational of empiricists to pause for a moment and consider the odds, a contributor to "Crock of Gold"If you're puzzled why crucians from different waters don't always look the same; or why stocking with crucian carp can be such a gamble - why they sometimes disappear for years or, at the other extreme, why they sometimes run riot and take over a pond - then read on"" asked for my opinion on a related matter. So swiftly putting two-and-two together and arriving at a result greater than 'four' (as is my wont) I contacted Peter to see if he might tell me anything about Luckfield Lake. As it happened, Pete was considering putting together a websiteThe website of the 'Crucian Crusader' for all things crucian.

Some months and some correspondence passed and I became the 'webmaster' for and following on from that, I became a lucky member of the Saxon Pond Dabblers. Below are JAA's diary entries for The Saxon Ponds in chronological order, since my first trip here in 2011 to the present day in July 2022. Here is a map:

The Saxon Ponds Map

It's funny how things work out.

There's now 12 years' entries, so here are short-cut links and there's a few figures at the bottom of this page.

a tiny crucian2011 / 2012 / 2013 / 2014 / 2015 / 2016 / 2017 / 2018 / 2019 / 2020 / 2021 / 2022

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2011: crucian3rd May 2011. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Might tell you some more about the day later. Might not.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'A good carassius to start off with'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The view from my second swim'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The view from my second swim'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'a perfectly fine tinca
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'a considerably better than fine tinca'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'towards the end of the pond'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the dam, anglers for the seating of'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'almost sunset on a fine fine days angling

Oh all right then. This was a gift day for the newly appointed webmaster, to see what the ponds were like in person and presumably to get some measure of the person in person. We fished the north bank and I managed a few fish by the simple expedient of fishing a signal maggot under the bank. Thankfully a crucian resulted, that is the point after all, then a couple of tench that reacted like marlin, streaking off in the shallow water. Inevitable, it turns out, there were many sprat-sized roach. We fished most of the bright warm day, Pete vanishing midway to provide some lunch-time provender as neither of us had brought anything. This is not unusual for me, but nevertheless I gratefully received some tomato soup and some rolls. This was an excellent foreshadowing.

2011: crucian16th June 2011. 'Pete's PondsThe Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. The 16th, a ceremony day and one should, if at all possible, celebrate between lily pads with tench. This is of course something of a dream. This high-day's pond is untrammelled, uncivilised even, with no boards, scalpings or gravel-crunch, even the path around the lake is little more than shorter buttercups than those on either side, the whole enclosed in a small green valley. The main concession to mankind is the double sleeper that provides the bridge (and I dignify it) across the source of the ponds' life blood at the valley's tip.

N.'s nicked the first of the best fishable lily swims, quite right too, but made room for me to sashay by his spot. Making a space among the buttercups, I did no more than plonk a fine cane tipped porc. quill by the lilies and wait for something to happen. N. recommended bread so I started with that and a few thin hemp scatters. Very little happened for 20 minutes, except N. showing me a 1¾lb crucian, a wondrous gleaming treasure that didn't deserve so light a weight. I missed a twitch-bob and when P. turned up, doing the rounds, I got a firm, obliging bite and something bolted hard into the pads and pulled out the hook. I was reminded they go hard here.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'right hand patch'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'left hand patch'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'three perfect pitches
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''one''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''two''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''three'

After this I caught one, two, then three carassius all about 1lb, small tench plugging the gaps. This continued during the sun's patches, scudding clouds moving too fast for rain until late lunch, then we had the first of the showers that stropped down the valley like a haughty mezzo-soprano making the noise of tearing newspaper. Calm intervals are scented with wood-smoke and damp earth and have the expectancy of fish edging out from the pads' shelter. Crucian arrived in clumps of like size, some hand sized and two stunning fish that went 1½lb and 1lb 10oz. On top of these riches were tench that pulled very hard despite their lack of size, perhaps 1¾lb the largest. After several mini sturm-und-drang's, I missed a sitter, bumped another and then lose a fish in a massive swirl, near carp-like. No mud-pigs here though.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''4''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'onemoretinca'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''5''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'yetanother tinca'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'one of the better ones
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'I love these shreds of mist after rain'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'expectant after the rain'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''one half dozen''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''lucky number seven''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''8'
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''9''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''10''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''11''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the pitch'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the whole point, a whole dozen, this at 1lb 10oz

The crucian fight is hard and fast, rattling up the line from the fast tail beat, the carp has a slower beat and a draught-horse pull, the tinca's softer muffled beat from the big flexible screws nature provides it. A big tinca then, or big for the pond, a reminder that seldom caught tench fight really hard, harder than 'king' carp pound for pound, as hard as a 'wildie'. Crucians are not be sneezed at, they have a sudden standing-start power and even a 1lb fish races across the swim and pushes hard into the pad-stalks. Roach, rudd and perch all slower off the mark, quicker to give in.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'reduced to a number ('13') at 1½lb'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''forteen''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'no bad ones...'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'rain, rain...'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' as you like I'm not going home.
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the float'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the float, the pads'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''15' so handy in dominoes'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''16', square'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'prime, '17'

The swim fades and the last bite 40 minutes later gives up another 1lb gold-service plate, I realise that concentration is shredded after five hours of rapt attention to a needle-slim piece of bamboo. I take a stroll about, noting a flower not seen yet, tall, lightweight cow parsley like, mauve flower heads. This, I later find out is Valerian, once and still used as a sedative, possibly the last thing you'd need at this well in reality's surface. There are buttercup petals floating on the pond-surface, gently wavering from the under-squirm, so sated, pack away, stroll about the lower pond and head for some buttered-toast scrambled eggs.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''18''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''19' prime again'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'a score, too good'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'seven three's are...'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''22'
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''23' annoyingly prime'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'one more little tinca'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'eight three's are...two dozen'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'square again, '25'
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'last but not least, '26''The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'pie and coffee break'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'threading the needle

The best of 16th's, eclipsing a misty dawn on a Stour weir with grayling - I ramble on home along the lanes with 'Led Zeppelin II' and a smile.

2011: crucian23rd June 2011. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' - 'The Top Pond'. Another great day's angling, slow for the first couple of hours, most of the fish coming in a 'rush' between 2 and 4 o'clock. Tiny frogs about the feet, some crucians topping, a water rat about the place. All terribly bucolic and peaceful. Really good...

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Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'at about 1lb... Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'Green Mint beetles... Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'How can you not like these? Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'A 'netter', well technically. Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'1lb 6oz, same orange spot as the 16th... Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'another fabulous carassius Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'the more or less traditional float picture

...half as many fish it would still be good, better than a bare-banked lucky-dip.

2011: crucian26th July 2011. The 'Lower Lake'The Victorian Estate Lakes' - see 'Crock of Gold'', the 'Upper Pond'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. A guest trip to a place with properly good crucians which hid, although I gulled several golden rudd and then, stalking the river arm, ran into C- coming the other way, also stalking, traditionally we'd have bumped floppy hats before seeing each other, but sadly for the small gods of silent comedies, we both were sufficiently wraith-like for this to be avoided. Although the sight of two bearded floppy-hatters approaching each other unawares on opposite side of the same spit, rods in one hand, nets in the other, has considerable comic potential. Neither of us caught one. My host had to run so I dropped into 'The Saxon Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''...

The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesone of the blank avoiding golden rudd The Victorian Estate Lakesstalking the carp that wasn't there

...and managed to extract a couple of small crus. and a tench but it was tricky fishing, tiny bites far between. C- turned up again looking for his water bottle, apparently tossed into the bush behind in, with a chuckle he labelled my twitching rod hand a 'conditioned reflex' and headed for the lower, cadging cockles en passant. A try with bread on the drop gets a wild bite and a three pound tench launches porpoise like into the pads and leaving the hook on a pad stem. I give in, can take a hint then get mugged by a Jack Russell while watching C-'s float for a while, one of my cockles extracting a roach, before heading home up the down.

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2011: crucian19th November 2011. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Pretty Autumn.

Some three hours have passed in the late autumn sunshine, the first two passed, sitting on the damn wall, extracting small roach in the 4" range with scraps of bread, the bait which worked most consistently, corn getting hardly a bump and worms ignored. After enough of these, a score perhaps, I switch from my thin pole float, a shop-made with a home-made cane antennae, and a size 18, I switch to a size 10 hook and some bread paste made by grinding hempseed to a pulp in a bait-box and adding breadcrumbs until I have an elastic dough. This I lay on under a tiny Harcork float, hoping for a larger roach or maybe even a late tench, you never know. This will need checking every 20 minutes or so what with the surfeit of sprats on the lake bed. So it is I write and wait.

The sun is low all day, lighting the scene quite nicely and some larger fish are rising in open water and I've been flicking these some small crusts to see what happens. This raises the rises, but not so much I think about a switch of tactics, although a small self-cocker and a handful of white maggots might have been fun.

The Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pondThe Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pondThe Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pondThe Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pond

It would be all too easy to recall this as a quiet afternoon in the slanting sun; if I had it would have been because I'd tuned out the overflow producing a steady torrent of sound, with a slight variance on a 20 minutes cycle, the acrobat in the light plane, the crows picking the dung in the field for grubs and chakking in the sun. It's all rather pleasant.

A good roach would be nice; my paste is a rather lazy long shot. The far bank seems a better bet to me, but I chose this spot for the odd pleasure there is in sitting on a solid structure that has been there long enough to be part of the landscape. That and the initial thought that an entire circuit of the lake and its precipitous south bank path in the dark was not something for the unwary - although I now recall there is another route up the far meadow. P. drops by then and we chat of this and that, then P. heads off.

The Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pondThe Lower PondThe psychologically suggestive path over the damThe Lower PondDusk over DonheadThe Lower PondThe overly optimistic Harcork bobber

Dusk then slid down the valley, the water becalmed, occasional dimples and curled-leaf boats only and I listened to the back-and-forth 'chik' of roosting blackbirds and the occasional raucous pheasant. The air took on the slight metallic taint that augers a colder night with a dew-fall. My tiny float twitched occasionally as if to keep my hopes up and with the light streaming through the overflow, the kingfisher I'd heard strike earlier downstream then sped through from under my right eye with its shrill ‘keee’, raising my hopes further. One of the few carp dabbled at something under the willow herb further up the bank and then, despite weaving my head this way and that, the float I'd placed against the dam-wall for a perch slipped away, perchless, into the gathering gloom. I did likewise.

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201224th March 2012. The Upper Saxon Pond. The sunlit dam-wall is perfect, so I sit on it, promise myself an hour to take a fish, accompanied by a really rather fine honey, almond and lemon cake and two bottles of the best icy cold ginger beer ever (not due to the brand, I'd not had a drink for seven hours hence, three of them up to my nicky-nacky-noos in water and pulling nets of fish). Now, if your answer to the truly complex question "What float should I use?" is "My favourite one" then you're in good company.

The Upper Saxon Pondall in allThe Upper Saxon Pondlashings of ginger beerThe Upper Saxon Pond...not a bad cake as it happens (Moley)

A lady appears behind me with a small dog and tells me I'm well camouflaged, "It's a trick" I say. It occurs to me later I never heard the gate screech. I hate it when that happens.

The Upper Saxon Pondfrom the dam wall, looking southThe Upper Saxon Pondmisty, sort ofThe Upper Saxon Ponda golden host of blah blah...

Crock that I am, too old to wall-sit like a boy, I ache when the hour is up, so decamp to the south bank in the lee of a small host, ease my bones onto the chair and swap the float over to another favourite, thinner. Starboard Ratty is radiating ripples and a carp rolls noisily under the willow at the top end. Flat calm.

The Upper Saxon Pondthe lone tincaThe Upper Saxon Pondflat calmThe Upper Saxon Ponddead calm

Crows, cockerels, bees, church bells and the sweet edge of silage from the shed. Not too shabby. A fish moves on my left, one of the grass carp unless I miss my guess, they have the turning circle of a blimp, so I feed it as part of a longer ploy. I look back as the float blips and the reel rattles briefly as I pick up the rod and let a tench play itself out and pose. Always good. The tussle tips my last lap-sang over, hey ho.

Dogs bark in the distance (why is that a good sound?), the cold and damp roll down the little valley as the light dips, briefly smelling like the Thames of my childhood, rush beds and mist. I listen to the sluice and rattling ratty. Once then, my float sinks slowly and returns, the bread now silty. Then the owls are calling and it's time to go.

201231st March 2012. Stuck in the mudThe great upper pond netting. Well, green-sand clay as it happens. Wader stuck so firmly in the clay bottom of the upper pond I had to abandon them for the rest of the morning. Pah. Moved very many fine fish to the lower pond which augers well for the 16th...but naturally I can't move a limb without some protesting muscle complaining. Whatever happened to the fitness of my youth? (It is, of course, stored around the midriff of my middle age, dammit.)

'The Upper Saxon Pond'The upper pond south bank, from the dam wall.'The Upper Saxon Pond'The south bank and the inlet end'The Upper Saxon Pond'The inlet end'The Upper Saxon Pond'The north bank and the inlet end'The Upper Saxon Pond'The upper pond north bank, from the dam wall.

201216th June 2012. The Big Day, Pete's Ponds. The season started well enough, myself and The Woodsman bagged the place (well, no one else was there). I got there first and popped myself on the south bank by an overhanging tree. I threw in some hemp and with my old Octofloat and 'pin loaded with 4lb line, plumbed the depth with a 'BB' shot on the '14' hook. The float settled and then obligingly bobbled off to one side; I pulled it back in rather than striking, assuming some kind of line-bite. Things went rather solid and wallowy and I suspect me and the fish realised at once what was going on; the carp whipped off to the right under the sunken tree, which swayed alarmingly. I watched the fish arrow into the lower part of the pond, the line angled under a branch, assumed a fouler and that all was lost.

I made my way left, widening the angle enough to free the line from the tree and then dipping the rod into the water up to the first ferrule it plucked (alarmingly) free, leaving me attached to the still moving carp, some thirty-odd yards off. I can't claim so much skill; I assumed an inevitable 'sudden slackness' so played the fish fairly firmly, the Octofloat bent into quite the quarter-circle most of the time. I gained a few yards at a time until the fish was wallowing on the right side of the tree - it almost fitted in the net. I was surprised to find the hook firmly in the top lip and it went just over 15lb on the scales.

Pete's Pondsthe 15lb pound shot-eater...Pete's PondsThe Umbrella Pitch and the OctofloatPete's PondsThe first crucianPete's PondsThe first tench
Pete's PondsA Lower Pond crucianPete's PondsThe Umbrella Pitch and the OctofloatPete's PondsA Lower Pond tenchPete's PondsThen there was cake...Pete's Ponds...and tea.
Pete's PondsThe Umbrella Pitch's rhododendronPete's PondsA Lower Pond tenchPete's PondsA Lower Pond crucianPete's PondsA Lower Pond roachPete's PondsSome grey-beard angler

I spent the rest of the day catching tench and crus at regular intervals, but mid-afternoon it dried up completely - The Woodsman nabbed a couple of roach from under a tree by the dam and then he decamped to the upper pond for some fun with some smaller crucians and tench - where I left him at about 5ish, happily nipping them out.

201213th July 2012. The Saxon Ponds. ...I risked a drive-by to the Lower Saxon Pond and had one tench before the Heavens opened, so drenched I squelched back to the car.

Pete's Ponds...the lone tench... Pete's Ponds...the 'umbrella pitch' and its tree.

201221st July 2012. Pete's Pond. Nobby came out to play and we caught fish, bent cane, ate sausage sandwiches and generally behaved like big kids. Great funNobby's Nirvana - boys will be boys.

My day is in the pictures below...for Nobby's follow the link above.

The Saxon pondsa rare picture of JAA doing his thingThe Saxon pondsAn upper Saxon pond crucianThe Saxon pondsA Saxon pond tenchlet
The Saxon pondsAn upper Saxon pond crucianThe Saxon pondsThe upper pond pitchThe Saxon pondsNobbyngton-Smythe
The Saxon pondsThe umbrella pitchThe Saxon pondsThe umbrella pitch's treeThe Saxon pondsa lower pond crucian

201218th August 2012. The Lower Saxon Pond. So, fishing delayed in turn by hoping for Bairstow's century and some escaped maggots in the boot. Buggrit, must get the lids back on the right boxes. Very very warm...I 'don't do hot and sunny' so remain on the shady side, contra instinct, fishing to all outward appearance, pre-baiting for dusk in reality. Long thin porcupine, no.4 laid on, the opposite of fishing delicately, a tactic worth a try. Just in case I feed the island and the bush to my left and listen to dumbledores and oddly autumnal bird chirps.

An hour slides past and I swap my maggot swaddled '14' for a pinch of bread, there are signs of fish, faint dimples, odd tiny bubbles. No pogrom so far! Clang of a gate. Visitors? Second tea-time, nothing like a bite in any pitch, although the feeling persists that fish are passing by from time to time. A dab-chick, fluffy ping-pong ball threaded, edge-of-panic, past my feet, too fleet for my camera. It's tempting to fish the top pond, easy pickings for small fry, but today, I'd rather wait, even with blanking a real threat. Having said that, if I don't get a few at sun-down I'll be surprised...

The Saxon PondsLooking across the pond from the umbrella pitchThe Saxon PondsWest of the island in the sunshineThe Saxon PondsThe path towards the damThe Saxon PondsLTT

Tea three, light has thinned, still not a sniff. Might have done better to bait up and fish for bites in the top for a few hours. Cockle on the hook, but the sun's dipping now, and I've had many worse Saturdays. I could be clothes shopping at Castle Point...for example. A small bunch of long-tailed tits pass over and around me, like continually jumping draught pieces, I get a few good shots from about 10ft. Always a good thing, still nothing approaching a bite. I confess, that if my float is unwaveringly cocked at dusk-fall, I'll head for some stir-fry, pleasant though this is.

The Saxon PondsLTTThe Saxon PondsLTTThe Saxon PondsLTTThe Saxon PondsThe left-hand path up the lake, I often think someone is there, even when there isn't

Sun-set, not a twitch. For a slightly overstocked lake lightly fished it's quite bizarre. Still, not over yet...a few fish topping, but the bees in the late blackberry flowers over my head have taken an early night. A few bubbles. A bite would be nice. At the point my float flickers in half light, punctuated by a lone bat, I head off, and along one of the lanes a big hare stepped out of the hedge, looked at me, and as casually as you like turned round and stepped back. I look in the mirror, imagining it sitting, infinitely patient, for a clear road.Her loyalty is not to me, but to the stars above. Two hares now, one in the fields ten days back, first one I've seen on the North Down, they run towards the fire you know.

The Saxon PondsIt's not going to move...The Saxon PondsdamselThe Saxon PondsThe distant hare on the evocative track
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2013: grayling21st June 2013. The Lower PondYes, those ponds.

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2013: grayling24th June 2013. The Lower PondYes, those ponds.

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The Saxon Ponds'More of the Lower Saxon Pond... The Saxon Ponds'We have a barn owl

2013: grayling1st July 2013. The Lower Saxon PondYes, those ponds again.

I'd like to take some credit for great skill and application for today, but in truth is was down to a very early start, on the bank at 5:45am, a stealthy approach and fish feeding in my favourite swim from the off. I fished a very small porcy with a 4" long antenna made of 1mm cane and this fished as a lift float allows a tell-tale of 1×no.6 placed some 1½" from the hook. Bait was for the most part either a grain of corn or a small gilt tail worm nicked once through the head on a size 14. Some bites were sail-away but many were classic lift bites and the cru's in particular bit exactly as the rig was designed - a tiny dip follow by a lift, with a strike at the top of the lift getting the fish every time. Bites tailed off towards late morning, even so I had a tench at 12:45pm and packed up a tad later.

Pete's Lower PondThe Lower PondPete's Lower Pondroach#1Pete's Lower Pondroach#2Pete's Lower Pondcru #1Pete's Lower Pondroach#3
Pete's Lower Pondcru#2Pete's Lower Pondtench#1Pete's Lower Pondcru#3Pete's Lower Pondroach#4Pete's Lower Pondroach#5
Pete's Lower Pondroach#6Pete's Lower Pondcru#4Pete's Lower Pondroach#7Pete's Lower PondThe Umbrella swimPete's Lower Pondroach#8
Pete's Lower Pondcru#5Pete's Lower Pondcru#6Pete's Lower Pondcru#7Pete's Lower Pondcru#8Pete's Lower Pondcru#9
Pete's Lower Pondcru#10Pete's Lower Pondroach#9Pete's Lower Pondthe Lone PerchPete's Lower Pondtinca#2Pete's Lower Pondtinca#3

Nine roach to 1lb 4oz, ten crucians to 1lb 8oz, three tench at 2lb 12oz, 3lb 6oz, 3lb 10oz, 1 perch. I lost four fish to hook pulls and missed a dozen bites. Looking at the fins on the roach and crucians they'd both spawned and there's already small shoals of fry on the pond. Mid-morning I saw a carp mooching about that I'd put around 17lb - but when I reached for my camera it faded like the Cheshire C. It seldom gets better than this.

2013: grayling8th July 2013. The Lower PondYes, those ponds.

The Saxon PondsMore of the Lower Saxon Pond...The Saxon PondsMore of the Lower Saxon Pond...The Saxon PondsMore of the Lower Saxon Pond...The Saxon PondsMore of the Lower Saxon Pond...
The Saxon Ponds'The Woodsman' with crucian...The Saxon Ponds'The Woodsman' with another crucian...The Saxon PondsMore of the Lower Saxon Pond...The Saxon PondsMore of the Lower Saxon Pond...

2013: grayling13th July 2013. Pete's PondsYes, those ponds. The Great Lower Pond Crucian hunt (with added sausages).

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2014 - A nice handy little tin18th May 2014. 'The Saxon Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. The plan being to clear the paths around the ponds a 'first cut' for the opening day and some minor 'test fishing'. The fish in the Lower Ponds were willing and The Woodsman had five crus, one of which was over 1lb. The other were spawned out and rather too eager to feed, there was a surfeit of small perch, looks like the few fish put in two years ago have spawned. Hm. Weed slashing (mostly comfrey) done, top and bottom ponds both, pollarded a poplar, a brew and then some test fishing, which yielded one cru', a large tench and a small one.

Pete's Patch, 'The Upper Pond'Cutting paths, testing the fishingPete's Patch, 'The Upper Pond'Cutting paths, testing the fishingPete's Patch, 'The Upper Pond'Cutting paths, testing the fishingPete's Patch, 'The Upper Pond'Cutting paths, testing the fishing
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The Woodsman turned up and knocked out eight or nine tench and one more cru' before wandering off to try a different swim for more crus (which failed to appear). I nabbed a couple more small tinca's and then it died a bit. The Woodsman went off with the buckets (but without his fleece) and of course then I had a run of fish, three crus, three more 1½lb tench and lost a big one which kept out of the lilies first go, roared off toward the middle leaving my hook behind and tangled on the rod tip. Drat. Good enough.

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2014 - A nice handy little tin26th May 2014. The Saxon Ponds. Popped in to collect some pike-bait...

2014 - A nice handy little tin16th June 2014. 'The Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Long anticipated, but the three-week wake of 'a bit of a cold' left me a 4am shadow of myself, but nevertheless, arrived slightly ahead of the sun and fished 'the usual spot' for a plethora of sprats, three clonking tench and a few atypical perch - a cake break brought the news that The Woodsman had managed a baker's dozen of crus plus three tench. Then an hour on corn (not a bite), an hour snatching bait-fish. TW lit a fire for welcome bacon'n'eggs and then I slipped off for Wetland pike...

Pete's ('the Saxon') PondsroachPete's ('the Saxon') PondstenchPete's ('the Saxon') PondsroachPete's ('the Saxon') PondstenchPete's ('the Saxon') Pondsperch
Pete's ('the Saxon') PondsroachPete's ('the Saxon') PondstenchPete's ('the Saxon') PondsroachPete's ('the Saxon') PondsroachPete's ('the Saxon') PondsThe lower pond looking west from the 'umbrella pitch'
Pete's ('the Saxon') Pondslooking east along the bank on the Lower PondPete's ('the Saxon') Pondsnorth view across the Lower Pond from the 'umbrella pitch'Pete's ('the Saxon') Pondsroach, caught accidentally while dibbing for live-baitPete's ('the Saxon') Pondsthe Upper Pond from the dam wall

2014 - A nice handy little tin29th June 2014. 'The Saxon Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''.

Pete's Ponds - 'lower'the pitchPete's Ponds - 'lower'roachPete's Ponds - 'lower'not-a-crockPete's Ponds - 'lower'tenchPete's Ponds - 'lower'not-a-crock
Pete's Ponds - 'lower'the float(deceased)Pete's Ponds - 'lower'roachPete's Ponds - 'lower'tenchPete's Ponds - 'lower'roachPete's Ponds - 'lower'tench

2014 - A nice handy little tin3rd August 2014. The Mystery Trip. I like to back stuff up. Periodically I move things around, make other copies etc. During the latest of these rationalisations I came across these pictures. I know it was the Saxon Ponds (Lower) as I recognise the Umbrella Swim's bank behind the sprouting rod-rest and I know it was me fishing because that’s my float behind the landing net.

Mystery Roach and the rod-rest returning to natureMystery Roach Number 1 (3:25pm)Mystery Roach and the rod-rest returning to natureThe rod-rest returning to nature.Mystery Roach and the rod-rest returning to natureMystery Roach Number 2 (5:00pm

I read old entries on this site and get some sense of recall, although I’d be the first to admit that even these memories might be that of a previous reading, or shreds of impressions from other trips to the same venue, so in some way falsified, not that there is any way to tell.

But this trip? Zippo. Nada. Not a flicker. Anyway, there are the roach. Might have caught something else. Might not. Never know. JAA c.2021.

2014 - A nice handy little tin19th October 2014. 'The Saxon Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Fishing slow internally and out, so loll on the mat as the float lolls under an alder. I nabbed a roach on half a lob at its second time of priming, requiring a cast to the riser. Heh. It's proper autumn, blustery, leaves on the water, green-floats-and-worms day. Except the light here works best on orange...I have decided that the water not driven by the wind is the thing and will trickle corn and chopped worms and wait...

The Saxon Pondsthe float of the dayThe Saxon Pondsup through the umbrella pitchThe Saxon Pondswind-piled leavesThe Saxon Pondsa perchThe Saxon Pondsa laid-back view up the Lower Pond

I just about finish my tin-cup and the little orange bob is off...perch, always good.

On the road in, were a host of big cars attending church, (those who 'Old Bob' would call 'the great and the good' but he didn't mean it as a complement), a mass of expensively clothed, who would argue with the Man himself about exactly what the good book meant. The uncharitable half of me hopes they get the chance...although I should have apologies to make myself in this event.

I miss a 'sitter' for an imagined foot-fall, then switch to a '14', nab two more roach, the first twice the size of the second. I'd seen the pimples on the surface, so was expectant. Tiny worms then accounted for two tiny perch. Heh. I put on a '12', was so busy snapping a yaffle at range I pricked a bigger fish, then miss-timed a strike and lost something quite solid, then redeemed myself with another nice roach. Not so slow.

The Saxon Pondstwo micro perchThe Saxon Pondsnine of the bestThe Saxon Pondsnearly autumn across the lower pond
The Saxon Pondsa long-range yaffleThe Saxon Pondsa perfect roachThe Saxon Pondsthe biggest of the day, with a brass tint on the shoulder

This last fish signals the pace is picking up, so it is, I nab a further half-a-dozen, the pick of them the last, needing the flash, which accentuates the brass of the scales. I debate a torch on the float and then consider it a good day if ended here.

2014 - A nice handy little tin21st December 2014. The Nadder/'The Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Midwinter mixed nuts.

The Nadder'Pond 1', The WetlandThe NadderThe first swimThe NadderA bunch of wild brownies, good sport allThe NadderAn interesting but unproductive swimThe NadderAlso interesting, but unproductive

A couple of hours on the Nadder produced these four spotties, the largest (top right) twice the size of it's fellows. They came to worms and bread, and I didn't get anything else. I ambled back across the (stock-free) field and parked just to the right of the 'Umbrella Swim' tree and caught steadily for the rest of the afternoon.

The Saxon PondsThe winter-view from the 'umbrella pitch'The Saxon PondsThere's a float in there somewhereThe Saxon PondsThe rest, key-sized to 8ozThe Saxon PondsEntry for the smallest perch of the yearThe Saxon PondsOne of this year's, fending for itselfThe Saxon PondsBig head shaking cannibal ('big' for this pond)
The Saxon PondsA find roach just over 1lbThe Saxon PondsA big brass-tinged roach, 24oz or so.The Saxon PondsMidwinternight
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201511th January 2015. Labour saving tools. "As you get on a bit," said Pete, "you employ tools to make things easier for you". "Like us?" I said...there were, of course, potatoes, we'll be kind and call them 'well done' and for myself, a selection of aching muscles to grace the following day, testament to brambles cleared, willows pollarded and whatever word one uses to describe razing sheaves of bamboo at ground level with a felling axe.

The Saxon PondsThe lower end of the Lower Pond, sunlitThe Saxon PondsThe upper end of the Lower PondThe Saxon PondsThe top pond, a rather less flattering view of.The Saxon PondsThe fire, the pond and the clear patch

Still enjoyable for all that. Netting next...

201514th February 2015. The Nadder, Pete's Ponds.

Pete's PondsThe Lower Pond, denuded for winter Pete's PondsThe Lower Pond, denuded for winter
The NadderA nuisance of browniesThe NadderA small stream roachThe NadderThe small-stream pool of your dreams...The NadderThe respectable 3oz roach
The NadderCoffee on the dam wallThe NadderThe view from the damThe NadderThe small-stream bobber waiting for the fish that never came...

201521st March 2015. A morning 'emergency' netting on The Upper PondThose ponds... (a bottom board on the sluice had gone, bringing forward a planned netting, we relocated some 70 odd tench and probably 200lb of crucians, all is well).

The Upper PondThe upper pond from the damThe Upper PondThe lower pond's hollow treeThe Upper PondThe lower pond looking towards the dam

201518th April 2015. 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'. An antidote to the asininity of office life. Hard graft, bush-work, lily root toting and planting, spreading lime...when did my back age ten years more than the rest of me?

The Saxon Pondsthe upper pond, drained and dredged The Saxon Pondsthe upper pond, drained and dredged
The Saxon Pondsone of the bunds and silt The Saxon Pondsthe upper pond, drained and dredged

To the Wetland then, for a 'rest'...

201516th June 2015. The Big Day. At 5am I stayed in the marital b., a good place to be sure, lay, listened to the dawn chorus until I was sure sleep was gone. It was a drive of wraiths, more than once visibility vanished into cloud without warning and a spectre or two remained on the top pond as I crossed the dam.

Pete's Pond, LowerThe top pond spectresPete's Pond, LowerThe lower pond far to early in the morningPete's Pond, LowerThe cork ball-bobber rides againPete's Pond, LowerAn inevitable perch

Umbrella swim then (I just like it), some hemp ladling, then hard boiled eggs, ciabatta, zingy orange marmalade in buttered rolls - the last interrupted by the first two of a plundering of tench. Heh.

Corn to start, then a switch to shrimp brought cru's interspersed, then both golden tench in successive casts, the morning streamed by punctuated by tiny lifts and slips, then P. arrived, 'on his rounds', about elevenses. We talk of this and that, P. went onto the lakes and after a quiet interval, livened by a foot long grass snake slipping onto shore and the bees over my head in the azalea, a continuous light drone with lower pitched bumblers fading in and out. I opted for lunch at, it transpired, noon. Breakfast was around 6:30am tho'.

Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#1Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#2Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#3Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#4Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#5
Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#6Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#7Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#8Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#9Pete's Pond, Lowercrucian#10
Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#1Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#2Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#3Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#4Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#5
Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#6Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#7Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#8Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#9Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#20
Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#11Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#12Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#13Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#14Pete's Pond, Lowertinca#15

Sport tailed off after bread, olives, tomatoes and Parma ham, during though, two outrageous lift bites on corn landed the smallest tinca so far and another 1lb of crucian. Ginger beer...feet up eyes closed...D. came by making me start, I'd drifted into a sleepy reverie while playing a word game on the Small Technology, I had one bite after D. went on, a gentle lift yielding a single roach.

Pete's Pond, LowerThe 'umbrella pitch'..Pete's Pond, Lower...and one of its lost blossomsPete's Pond, LowerThe 'umbrella pitch' from the other sidePete's Pond, LowerDrifting offPete's Pond, LowerThe post-script roach

...the big decision now is the cows, various, JAA for the braving of. Since I arrived the farmer flushed the herd into the gated meadow that I have to cross to leave. But when? And how avoid (a) fright [mine] and (b) letting any bullocks out at either end. Hm...

201519th July 2015. Pete's Ponds.

Pete's Pond, LowerA cork-ball special fished under the branches and mostly under the water. Pete's Pond, LowerDown the path towards the dam from the 'umbrella pitch'.
Pete's Pond, LowerLooking down the barrel of the LHSRE, NW across the lake. Notice the 'impossible to forget' rod-rest. Drat, I'll lose it now for sure. Pete's Pond, LowerA handy vase, a boot sale find, now co-opted for those long useful things one collects when one makes floats.

201512th September 2015. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''.

The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'A very small porcupine quill very close to the edge, holding up a scrap of bread, aka the 'Weyfarer' method.The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'A 'constellation' of cruciansThe 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The lone and vegetarian perchThe 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The lone, late and very welcome tench
The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'One of the scale perfect little crucians, small but not a hardship to fish for...'Little fish are sweet.' as 'Old Bob' used to say. The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'Another of the scale perfect (but humped for gape defence) little crucians
The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The 'Saxon Ponds' - a panoramic view taken with the new 'Small Technology' of the lower Pond from the 'Umbrella Pitch'

201520th September 2015. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''.

The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'A tiny float and a pinch of breadThe 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'A 'constellation' of cruciansThe 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'CrucianThe 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'Crucian
The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The 'Saxon Ponds' - a panoramic view of the Lower Pond from the the dam side of the 'Umbrella Pitch' (taken with the new 'Small Technology')
The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the smaller of the golden tenchThe 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'An inevitable small perchThe 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'one of the 'regular' tench
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20168th May 2016. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''.

'Test Fishing'. In principle fishing to see how the fish are. Today however, I tested my angling ability; regret to report that I failed this test.

The Saxon PondsJust an interesting skyThe Saxon PondsThe Lower Pond from the 'umbrella pitch'The Saxon PondsThis is what the float did for about four hours.The Saxon PondsIt's the grass carp. Honest it is.
The Saxon PondsYou wouldn't think it was spring, would you? Heh, you can see the float.

201629th May 2016. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''

Today's plan for the 'Saxon Pond Dabblers' DDIncluding today, but not limited to: 'JAA', 'Dave', Garry' and 'Pete'.  was to fish for cru's of under 6" in length and redistribute; then to cut the bankside paths out, a simple and satisfying job, levelling a yard-wide swathe through the spring greenery. This is not so much a 'path' as a 'rough guide of where to walk if you want to avoid sliding into the pond'.

My plan was to fish from 8am or so, try for the six-inchers and see who turned up and when. The 'umbrella pitch' was all 'toil and trouble', so little further incentive or walking were required. Although the first fish was a tench, there were seven crucians in the bucket before another body arrived. I was all set for some slashing, but was firmly instructed to keep catching. "Oh, all right then" I thought to luck would have it, the tench were spawning for the most part, so absent and the crucians were very busy indeed. From 8am to 1pm a serendipitously constant stream of bites kept me amused and by the time I'd had enough, was forty odd crucians to the good, with the largest at 1lb 14oz and half a dozen more well over 1lb.

Dave, inspired, picked up his rod, fished alongside for the last two hours or so; neither people on the bank nor path-clearing put the fish off in the slightest. Dave further padded out the six-incher crucian tally, bracketing them with several tench, some larger cru's and a couple of greedy but reasonably sized perch (which took bread and corn). A fine effort considering Garry and myself did our best to trash his swim by cutting down some substantial willows on the other side of the rhododendron. All-in-all 27 six-inchers were bucketed and of course none of the fish count as it's still the close season. Just as well I didn't enjoy it at all then.

Pete's PondsThe Lower Pond from the 'Umbrella Pitch'Pete's PondsThe first tenchPete's Pondscrucian #2Pete's PondsThe second tenchPete's Pondscrucian #3Pete's Pondscrucian #4
Pete's PondsTench 3, the destroyer of swimsPete's Pondscrucian #5Pete's Pondscrucian #6Pete's Pondscrucian #7Pete's Pondscrucian #8Pete's Pondscrucian #9

The four best, including a rather fine 1lb 14oz crucian. That's probably the most crucians I've taken in a session and suspect it will remain that way for some time.

Pete's Ponds12oz - ishPete's Ponds1lb+Pete's Ponds1lb 14ozPete's Ponds1lb+

Some of the others...

Pete's Pondscrucian #14Pete's Pondscrucian #15Pete's Pondscrucian #16Pete's Pondscrucian #17Pete's Pondscrucian #18Pete's Pondscrucian #19

201616th June 2016. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Opening day in the right place.

Pete's Ponds, lower.The Umbrella Pitch and its tree Pete's Ponds, lower.The Umbrella Pitch and its rhododendron
Pete's Ponds, lower.The cork-ball special, fished 'on the lift'.Pete's Ponds, lower.crucianPete's Ponds, lower.crucianPete's Ponds, lower.crucian
Pete's Ponds, lower.crucianPete's Ponds, lower.crucianPete's Ponds, lower.A crucian and the big bamboo landing net handlePete's Ponds, lower.Il pleut, un peu...Pete's Ponds, lower.You catch 16 cru's, and what do you get?
Pete's Ponds, lower.crucianPete's Ponds, lower.crucianPete's Ponds, lower.cru - oh wait, that's a tench.Pete's Ponds, lower.crucianPete's Ponds, lower.The end of a fine opening day

201614th August 2016. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Catching to Order.

Pete's PondsThe pitch. Arriving at 9:30 the window of opportunity was closing rapidly, not that this was apparent at the time - although this is entirely consistent with August fishing on the Lower Pond.Pete's PondsThe best of the three crucians I wangled out. I had one of a few inches more-or-less on arriving, then this larger one, perhaps 8oz, then a smaller one, which went in the keep-net for transfer (contributing two fish to the ten Pete and Dave managed between them). I missed a couple of bites for good luck, but that was it for the day.Pete's PondsA picture of a float awaiting a crucian, that of course is a far better picture than any I've taken this season.Pete's PondsThe path leading to the dam. If you care to compare it with other pictures of the same, the damage done by the adjoining herd of cows when a careless person left the gate open, can be inferred.
La Morinais carpa very subtil fish...(and back to the top of the page) La Morinais carpWatch for magpies on your path. Throw salt over your left shoulder. Walk around ladders. La Morinais carpif you will Fish for a Carp, you must put on a very large measure of patience La Morinais carpI am content to wait. I am well used to it. La Morinais carpif you will Fish for a Carp, you must put on a very large measure of patience La Morinais carpI am content to wait. I am well used to it. La Morinais carpI am content to wait. I am well used to it. La Morinais carpa very subtil fish La Morinais carpWatch for magpies on your path. Throw salt over your left shoulder. Walk around ladders. La Morinais carpif you will Fish for a Carp, you must put on a very large measure of patience


2017 swivel4th June 2017. Mystery Pictures.

I found these (in 2021) on a 'MicroSD' card that I was giving to the youngest; I have no idea what I was doing at Donhead on the day, probably pre-season path-clearing. Anyhoo. Random Fish Random Fish Random Fish

Upper DonheadThe Stile PitchUpper DonheadLooking across to the Semley bankUpper DonheadThe heeling pineUpper DonheadLooking west from the style

2017 swivel25th June 2017. Ersatz opening day. Busy with stuff, I eschewed the 16th, a rare thing, but the mind was elsewhere, plus the Saxon Ponds are unusually busy this year. Nevertheless, I got my usual shady swim and fished from early afternoon through to dusk and managed four small perch and the same number of tench, the last coming as the light left. Small perch and roach made bread and shrimp fishing twitchy work, but for my size '11', I could've plucked a fish every cast albeit a tiny one. I lost a couple of fish to hook-pulls, one weight zipping under the tree after the float slid off 'on-the-drop', I suspect a 'fouler' and the second, a tench, headed straight out and the hook simply slipped.

The Lower Saxon PondLooking up the pondThe Lower Saxon PondLooking across the pondThe Lower Saxon PondTench I
The Lower Saxon PondTench IIThe Lower Saxon PondThe path leading to the damThe Lower Saxon PondThe float, poised.
The Lower Saxon PondTench III The Lower Saxon PondTench IV and a few of the perch.

Plenty of roach priming and perhaps one or two crucians at the end topped in their skittery way. Nice day out (but you knew that).

2017 swivel6th July 2017. Weed. The top pond is over-grown with pond-weed, so three-and-a-half of us rolled up and threw weed-rakes around for an hour to try to thin the stuff out a bit. It makes fishing awkward, gives the fish cover almost everywhere making location tricky, and lastly and more significantly, it sucks the oxygen out of the water at night and can occasionally cause fish problems because of it. It's also wet and silty...

I admit I was tempted to fish an upper pond swim I'd weed-dragged in the south-west corner by the dam, it looked nice, but I chickened out and headed for the rhododendrons on the lower pond. My plan was to fish until past dark and I'd brought star-lights and floats for them, but intended to fish with an LED torch on the float to see how it worked. I've modified a small LED torch with a piece of plastic tube pushed over the end and lined the inside with a piece of duplon, the idea being to produce a narrow beam of light.

While it was still light, fishing lift style, I had a clutch of perch and one tench and watched 'the' carp amble past and then turn to give my float a good hard stare before thinking better of it. I missed several really big lift-bites, which with hindsight, I should have left until the float sank again...
...I had one more of those lift bites after I focussed the torch on the thin cane, then swapped it for a small translucent tipped quill, which lit very nicely. Dusk came and despite tench bubbles all over the place I didn't get another tench-bite, although I was literally on the edge of my seat for an hour. A bit after dark the little quill bobbled flat and I thought for a moment it was a crucian, 'alas' a decent roach. Then all becalmed and for the next hour the float didn't stir a millimetre, so I packed up at 11:30 or so.

The Lower Saxon Pond''Hello sky'', as Madeline Basset might have said. The Lower Saxon PondThe original custom porcy-quill-and-cane antennae, crucians for the use of.
The Lower Saxon PondAcross the pond and the JW AvonThe Lower Saxon PondOne of the multitudinous swagger of perchThe Lower Saxon PondThe late roach
The Lower Saxon PondThe tench of the day The Lower Saxon PondJust a comma butterfly in the 'lean-to', just liked it.

As for my last trip here, plenty of roach priming and a few skippy crucians topping at dusk. Feels odd to be out that late and not feel cold.

2017 swivel13th July 2017. The Saxon Ponds. A day awarded to myself to 'blood' the Mk.IIIAs described on a different page... and see what the small stuff was composed of blI cut up a piece of old mono, the usual way by winding it around my fingers and then cutting the hank through twice with the Very Sharp Small Knife. I cleverly sliced a flap of skin on my forefinger and although I'm not remotely superstitious or anything, I wiped the blood onto the handle of the new corks.... A leg-dangling tiddler-bash. I parked on the dam and mucked about with the renovation, a small porcy and a size 16, simple stuff. Said simple stuff removed a flurry of small roach, mostly by fishing off the bottom. A few perch showed and I discovered that dragging the bait a few feet would pick up one such as likely as not. The thin springy tip of the Little Blue Rod worked neatly for tiddler snatching. It also flicked the quill and its single no.6 shot 10 yards with little effort, so for fun I pulled a few more perch from in-range nooks and dropped a selection into a landing net for a photo.

The Saxon PondsThe other Mk.III and the dam wallThe Saxon PondsLooking up the pondThe Saxon PondsA few of the tiddlers
The Saxon PondsThe fishing of day-dreams. Well, for me anyway.

I decided to try the top pond for a bit, with a few shrimp and some bread. My first thought was the swim nearest the dam, but it was so shallow I tarried only to plumb the depth. I'm never very confident in such shallow swims, so I moved up the pond to between two patches of lilies. Four hours there drove me nuts. There were fish present continuously but try as I might (and I tried) I conjured only two bites (on bread) in the first two hours and missed them both. I then hooked a crucian which rolled under my feet and nicked the hook onto some hornwort. I'm not saying how big that was. I missed another bite, then hooked another which I netted sharpish, after a tussle it must be said. Here it is, not a bad one. I missed another bite and by now large cru's were rolling with the small, but nearing insanity, I edged off.

The Saxon PondsThe pitchThe Saxon PondsThe floatThe Saxon PondsThe dam wall from the south bank
The Saxon PondsNot bad though...

2017 swivel2nd September 2017. The Saxon Ponds. So, the plan was to potter about the Lower Pond and try a bit of 'drop-shotting' for perch with the Mk.III. That is to say, I tied a no. 4 hook on, put three swan-shot on the tag end of the line and bumped a hook full of maggots across the pond-bed. This yielded a number of small indignant perch that found little about a size 4 hook that impeded them in any way. Heh. I slipped on a small quill and removed more small perch at one-per-cast until I thought I'd had enough fun and so headed for the top pond...

The Saxon PondsThe Mk.IIIThe Saxon PondsAn indignance of small perchThe Saxon PondsThe small blue poised porcupine quill...

...I decided on the last swim by the willows before the bridge and it was a nice enough evening, if overcast.

The Saxon PondsThe Upper Pond in the evening

I'll try to capture the spirit of the evening here; stare at this float for four hours, drinking a cup tea every half-an-hour.

The Saxon PondsThe motionless float

There you go, that was my evening. The moon was rising over the cowshed and the camera, for once, took it like it was, blurry with autumnal mist and cloud.

The Saxon PondsThe sacred moon overhead

2017 swivel18th September 2017. The Lower Saxon PondPete's Ponds. Crucians are in here; catching them on the other hand.... The ponds were uncharacteristically busy and I manfully tried to catch something on sweetcorn. I had a bite about 20 minutes in which caught me by surprise and after a couple of lunges which made me think 'crucian' it belted under the tree and skilfully nicked the hook onto a root, much like tench do...drat. Garry arrived on the tail of this mild incompetence and witnessed a series of probable bites, which immediately ceased when he left. After a while I gave up and worked out how many small perch it is possible to catch on pieces of a single lobworm (answer: '37') and it would have been more if the last piece of the unfortunate worm had not slipped the hook. Jim, meanwhile, was even more manfully trying to Christen an old rod that meant a great deal to him. Despite heroic and some might say sarcastic fish-rolling in front of him, he also struggled with all but the small perch. I finally took a small roach on corn, then a last bite on flake excited me until the undoubted specimen crucian that took it morphed into a 1oz perch...then the barn-owl floated across the gap in the trees, over the pond then wafted up the meadow. Jim and I gave in and headed for the cars.

The Lower Saxon PondThe usual pitch The Lower Saxon PondThe useful blue quill
The Lower Saxon PondThe bucket, some floats... The Lower Saxon Pond...and the token roach

There was, 'top ponders' included, a considerable gaggle of dabblers, so in the gloom we stood, drank tea, ate fine cheesy crucian-shaped biscuits and made disparaging remarks about relative expertise in the usage of storm kettles. A fine ending.

Not so very common carpI am content to wait. I am well used to it...(and back to the top of the page) Not so very common carp...a very subtil fish Not so very common carpWatch for magpies on your path. Throw salt over your left shoulder. Walk around ladders. Not so very common carpif you will Fish for a Carp, you must put on a very large measure of patience Not so very common carpI am content to wait. I am well used to it.


2018 ''Crossroads'' 7th January 2018. The Saxon Ponds. A slash and burn party, bank clearing and bonfires of previous clearings. All good fun, even the charred potatoes.

The Saxon PondsThe smaller of the two bonfires, nearing its nadir.The Saxon PondsThe large land drain in the corner of the Lower PondThe Saxon PondsThe view across the drained Lower Pond, the dam wall, the sluice and the other bonfire.
The Saxon PondsLooking up the pond on the north side of the island

2018 ''Crossroads'' 14th January 2018. The Saxon Ponds. One of several work parties, as we prepare the ponds for dedging and some landscaping. I was helping Pete clearing a patch of rhododendrons from a patch of boggy ground where the path, defined by a fallen tree on the uphill side, is a quagmire even with two drains run under and a timber'd walkway.

After some lopping, it was clear that there was one primary source of water, a spring, and that the fallen tree, in form, but in reality a loose collection of rotten wood held together by a shell of bark, had simply dammed the natural path of the water and turned the area behind into a small bog. It was immensely satisfying to cut a new channel from the welling spring next' the fence, to the pipe sunk under one of the paths' timbers. This involved, variously, pulling out rooted rhododendrons, clumps of matted roots, digging out some grey-and-greenish clay and finally cutting a gap in the fallen tree, achieved with only a shovel, so loosely was the rotten wood bound by its bark.

The 'bog' drained before our eyes and two further trickles of water, under sleepers and through gravel, dwindled to nothing in less than an hour. A slick of silt drifted down the shallow water left in the pond itself, but the spring-water, after the initial rush, ran clear. Why this was all quite so satisfying I can't tell you. But it was. It's an engineer thing. It's been fixed, that's what it is.

The Saxon Ponds and its meadowThe view across the meadow on the south side of the Lower Pond

On the way home, rattling along the top road, I was flashed at by a man in white van who was making 'slow down' gestures. I assumed, assigning low integrity to said driver, a speed-trap, primed by the 'white van' and its popular notoriety. Around the bend was a lady struggling with a horse. I wasn't exactly pelting along, so slowed, stopped, to give her time to get the fairly panicky mount under control and off the road, achieved in the end, by dismounting and leading it off. This is how assumptions can get you into trouble...

The Saxon Ponds' cowsThe resident livestock, and although I for one do not like cows, I've grown used to these woolly faces watching me wrestle with wellingtons, and to the warm sweet smell of the silage and hay.

2018 ''Crossroads'' 16th June 2018. The Saxon Ponds. At 4am, I wasn't overly mithered, but did it anyway. Coffee (pre-loaded pot), eggs (fried) and toast, front-door, car-door. I wasn't first, Garry was already tackling up on the north bank and we quietly shouted greetings. I tackled up with my lucky crucian float and the soft-tipped GTI float rod, built a twelve-month back and racked since. I caught a crucian ten minutes later, then a couple more, this burst of auspiciousness correctly predicting the day's course and I continued to catch steadily in the grey light, mud-coloured water and occasional patches of bubbles. The first four fish helped me to understand I'd missed a ring on the top section, so I was obliged to unclip the float, know the drill.

The Saxon PondsThe Upper Pond in the grey dawn light (5:19am)The Saxon PondsThe Upper Pond in the grey dawn lightThe Saxon PondsThe lucky crucian float, gathering itself for the long day ahead

A very solid crucian in the 'a bit less than 2lb' category came to hand, really testing the rod's fine tip. Ten minutes later one of the long lean 2½lb swim trashing machines came out, not without some entertaining moments. I nipped out another small one, watched the apologetic sun rise then had another nerve and weed-shredding big crucian. I opted to amble around, via a fine foxglove, to see how Garry was faring.

The Saxon PondsOne of the big cruciansThe Saxon PondsOne of the Upper Pond's long lean hard-fighting tenchThe Saxon PondsAnother of the big crucians
The Saxon PondsIt's just a nice treeThe Saxon Ponds'The Pitch' in the early sunlightThe Saxon PondsThe sun comes up...The Saxon PondsThe fine foxglove

Garry was good enough to lend me his 'guest seat' and while he'd had activity, even a bite as I watched, his day was thus far slower than mine. Jim turned up at 8:45am (ish) and was rebuked for his sloth. Hands were shaken, Jim went off to fish and I left Garry to it shortly thereafter and returned to my seat. Sport remained steady, with two large tench mid-morning and another thumping crucian, perhaps a shade larger than the previous. 'Steady'; that is, as I said to Pete when he arrived with a bucket for any spare roach and small crus; "The right rate to ensure you become tired from fishing before you are tired of the fish." Peter went on, pausing only to move a few crus and roach to the bottom pond (sprat-sized roach were ever-present).

The Saxon PondsMany cruciansThe Saxon PondsMany many cruciansThe Saxon PondsMany more cucians
The Saxon PondsTinca tinca two The Saxon PondsTinca tinca three

At noon (ish) Jim called 'lunch-time' and he, Garry and I drank kettle-tea and munched shortbread biscuits. We quickly worked out Garry's cunning scheme, to wit, bringing a 'half-kettle' capacity mug, so to ensure tea for all, his cup was filled last...all had caught so all was well and good.

I pondered calling it a day, grimy eyes, the hay-fever medication wearing off, 4am is feckin' early. However, despite looking less active the swim produced another string of crucians, another large one, then another, the last arriving as Jim came by, pour encourager les pécheurs.

The Saxon PondsA very fine crucian The Saxon PondsAnother very fine crucian
The Saxon PondsPerfect cruciansThe Saxon PondsPerfect cruciansThe Saxon PondsPerfect crucians

This last 'biggun', determined to visit all four corners at full pelt, trashed the swim somewhat, so I wandered up to chat with Jim and we fixed many of the world's problems (you should see some improvement by Tuesday lunch-time). Garry went on around that time and although I fished for a little longer, my concentration had fled. So I bade Jim farewell and pottered off for an apposite fish-finger sandwich and a Talisker. And sleep.

Fine place, fine company, fine day. Very fine.

2018 ''Crossroads'' 24th June 2018. The Saxon Ponds. Back Upper for the evening. I cannot be mithered with sitting in the midday sun, mad dogs and Englishmen notwithstanding. So I arrived in the late afternoon and having the place to myself, choose the opening day swim as it's (a) handy and (b) well coloured.

I opted for the hollow tip on Sunday's rod, reasoning that the tench pushed me rather hard. The lucky crucian float was swapped for a cork-ball special with the tiniest of pre-loadings, a wrap of solder wire, then fished lift-style. I nabbed a couple of roach, then the orange-tip darted under with no warning, providing me with one of the good ones. Heh. I had another shortly after, same 'bite' and the stouter rod-tip made sense. There was a flurry of small crus, some more roach, then an hour had passed and the low sun had sunk far enough to pull me into shade, for which I was thankful. Then came another brace of very fine fish, followed by Pete and Pam.

The Saxon PondsOne of the finer fishThe Saxon PondsThe fine pitch on a fine warm dayThe Saxon PondsAnother of the finer fish

The Manager and the Manager's Manager moved into the next swim along and I was immediately promoted to 'stock catcher' and fortunately had a flurry, a dozen or so, of small crus plus more small roach which the Manager re-homed. Presently, another syndicate member arrived and was immediately challenged for his permit. One cannot be too careful, but on this occasion the bona fides were in order. The confirmed non-poacher announced his intention to fish for tench and took the next pitch along from the Managers'.

Thing settled down and for a couple of hours, fishing went on in amiable cool calm, punctuated by occasional fish, bucketed and otherwise, and one allegedly monstrous tench. Despite the midday heat, the lengthening evening brought the slightest of chills and Pete'n'Pam departed leaving the pair of us in the settling dusk. I remembered my flask of black tea, EG and Assam, so I reached for it.

The Saxon PondsAnother of the finer fishThe Saxon PondsA constellation of some cruciansThe Saxon PondsAnother of the finer fishThe Saxon PondsAnother of the finer fish

It's been some time since I fished the evening and it was heartening to be sat in the cool damp air laced with the smell of the pond and its water mint. I listened to the sluice water's white noise and worked through a couple of cups while I sat and thought, but without the thought. Thereafter the swim's activity steadily increased, but the number of bites decreased in counterpoint, so after a time I sat with the tench-fisher while we swapped fishing titbits and reviewed the notion that his rod-in-use was 'the same rod' despite being basically new, although built on the original 1950's handle. So, much like my university cricket bat which went through two new handles and three blades; or the 'ship of Theseus' for the philosophically inclined. We further agreed this would make would make a fine spot for watching the Perseids in August.

The Saxon PondsThe green path by the waterThe Saxon PondsThe moon and a planetThe Saxon PondsAnother of the finer fish

I slipped back to my chair, changed the float for a small hollow-tipped quill, put a collimator on an LED torch, and then fished the dark. This worked, in so much as I caught several small crucians, but bites were infrequent, despite crucians wilfully cavorting over my landing net. At some point it was too dark to fish, at least for those of us with a Monday a.m. day-job; so we made farewells and ambled off, although I tarried to try and capture the moon, stupidly forgetting that the Small Technology's idiot-proof camera makes a better job of this kind of thing. I cast about for a while try to find some of the hoped for glow-worms, alas not this time, leaving me with the dust and the quietness of the cows.

There is a simple pleasure to be had from driving up the track, so much of the year it's rutted, muddy, slick and wet, traps all. Tonight it's dry, hard, with tall moon-lit straw-coloured grass and the open gate at the top of the field is another small pleasure at the end of a fine evening.

2018 ''Crossroads'' 29th June 2018. The Saxon Ponds for the evening. Steve was set up on the south bank, it was good to see him again after an interval of three years or so. I intended to try for a tench and in place of the usual Elysian waffle, I'll just say it was a fine evening with a few crucians, but no intended tench.

The Saxon PondsThe view from the north bankThe Saxon PondsAnother anglerThe Saxon PondsA quill dancing among the bubbles
The Saxon PondsOne of the finer fish, another was 'involuntarily released into the wild'The Saxon PondsThe rod, the reel, the bagThe Saxon PondsOne of a clutch of suicidal small crus that somehow managed three cockles on a size 8

2018 ''Crossroads'' 7th July 2018. The Saxon Ponds. My plan was to spend three hours or so catching small fish for relocation in the lower pond then with the shadows lengthening, switch to tench fishing. During three hours at 27°C, I managed seven small roach, one of which got dropped into the I put the remainder in the rather sad looking lower pond and returned to my pitch to see it fizzing. Aha. I put on a grain of corn and after a bit the float bobbled off leftwards. I struck, pulled the tackle out of the tree, cut off the scored mono, re-tied the hook-link and recast. The float repeated itself, as did I. As did the tree. With a mere suggestion of peevishness, I retied the cast etc., etc....

Next time I remembered to strike upwards and found myself on the interesting end of a circling olive thunderbolt. Heh. I recast and only a few minutes later took a larger tench which gave little quarter and hard stretched the long float rod. I had brief visions of a figurative net of tench, but that was that and despite occasional bobbles, bubbles and increasing crucian signs, that was all I took for my troubles. I didn't get another bite.

The Saxon PondsThe Upper Pond pitch, chosen for its shadeThe Saxon PondsThe hopeful roach floatThe Saxon PondsThe lonesome pine. It's a nice tree and I was sat under it in fine light.
The Saxon PondsThe meadow behind the pond and its tree The Saxon Ponds...returned to my pitch to see it fizzing
The Saxon PondsThe first and smaller of the two tench The Saxon PondsThe second tench

The church sounded ten o'clock; chiming away, the moments that round off a fine day. I put on 'Nightwish' for the home run through the lamp-lit sun-bleached lanes. Music for epic battles at the end of time, although one must lighten the right foot when driving to such a soundtrack.

2018 ''Crossroads'' 14th July 2018. The Saxon Ponds. Not for the first time the plan was to spend three hours or so catching small fish for relocation in the lower pond. I nabbed a small roach or two, then a very large one, then three fine crucians. "Oho!", I thought to myself, but then for ninety long minutes the swim died utterly and after scratching out five small roach, I transferred them to the lower pond. I stowed the bucket then recommenced...

The Saxon PondsThe Upper Pond pitch, chosen for its shadeThe Saxon PondsThe bobbing cork-ball bobber.The Saxon PondsThe very fine roach. I picked out a few small roach for the bucket and the next bite turned out to be this chap, one of the finer roach.
The Saxon PondsA fine crucianThe Saxon PondsAnother fine crucianThe Saxon PondsYet another fine crucianThe Saxon PondsAnd another fine crucian
The Saxon PondsA fine crucianThe Saxon PondsAnother fine crucianThe Saxon PondsYet another fine crucianThe Saxon PondsAnd another fine crucian
The Saxon PondsJust another fine crucianThe Saxon PondsJust another fine crucianThe Saxon PondsJust another fine crucian
The Saxon PondsA very fine crucian The Saxon PondsAnother very fine crucian. This came to the net (grudgingly) a little after the clock chimed for nine. The next bite resulted in the end tackle becoming neatly tied around the rod-tip; I took the opportunity to reflect for a moment and decided to call it a day as the fish shown here plus a score of smaller crucians, was surely enough for anyone.
A bunch of hooks I found in my pike-boxA bunch of hooks found in my pike box...(and back to the top of the page) A bunch of hooks I found in my pike-boxA bunch of hooks found in my pike box A bunch of hooks I found in my pike-boxA bunch of hooks found in my pike box A bunch of hooks I found in my pike-boxA bunch of hooks found in my pike box


2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing17th February 2019. Fishing Test. Pete said; "I know you're a bit worried about your back. Why not bring your rod instead on Sunday? Any info about the fish in the top pond would be useful."

The Saxon PondsThe highly strung upper pondThe Saxon PondsDogwood in the spring lightThe Saxon PondsDogwood in the spring light
The Saxon PondsYou'd think this was the scene immediately before a bite...The Saxon PondsThe Lower Pond, the Umbrella Pitch fish refugeThe Saxon PondsLooking across the Lower Pond at a roofed-over fish refuge
The Saxon PondsLower Pond snow-drops The Saxon PondsLower Pond snow-drops

Even by the standards of the great Claude Shannon, where 'no information' is in itself 'information', regret have no info. about the top-pond fish to offer.

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing16th June 2019. Opening Daze. The glorious started at 4:30am with the patter of rain on the lean-to roof and the rhythmic thudding of larger drops from the eaves, the latter signifying 'more than a passing shower'. I went back to sleep...and at 6:30 the sounds were the same and at 7:30, but headed for a sausage sandwich and some coffee anyway. I could watch the cricket highlights if it was still raining...I pootle off around 9:30, grey, damp skies and a fine drizzle. I'm going anyway...the late hour (late? Hah!) re-setting the flask from coffee to tea.

I popped 'Rumours' on the DTDriving Technology's built in jukebox and 'Gold Dust Woman' was fading out as I crossed the dam. Spot on. GP was there already, since 4am, impressive given that it was cloudy, rainy, the wind was fishtailing about the pond in gusts and it was quite cool for the time of year. Sadly for both of us he'd not caught, although I winkled out a few roach in the next swim using the bait of charlatans and mountebanks (a.k.a. maggots). Even those roach, nice fish of a hand's size, pulled tentatively on the thinnest sliver of cane and after the first couple, I switched the hook down to 16(ish) fine wire with a single maggot, as it seemed like a scratching day.

Nevertheless, as if enlivened by the talismanic arrival of Pete, a solid crucian of over 1lb took the bait. I presciently noted I wouldn't be surprised if it was the only one. GP offered around his very very fine chocolate-chip-and-banana cake. Pete went on. Jim turned up and wisely went further up the bank. Another gentle dip of the float led to a good tench and I briefly engaging in a violent squabble, in which the hook, called upon to arbitrate, found in favour of the tench. The fish left, stage right, in a furious cloud of bubbles lined into the lilies. Damn.

The Saxon PondsPitch the FirstThe Saxon PondsThe Lone CrucianThe Saxon PondsThe float rod and '450
The Saxon PondsThe second floatThe Saxon PondsThe third floatThe Saxon PondsThe Last Pitch

GP caught a fine roach and after another hour I 'called it' and decamped for my tea and a trip around the pond. Jim had a small crucian and was getting bites, so hypothesising the shallow water was perhaps warmer I set up camp. For me, this didn't the end with evening on the horizon, I cleared a middle swim of reed mace and flag iris using a vicious curved knife on a landing net handle (sorry Jim!) and fished the last two hours out in as fine as swim as one might wish for.

Not that the float even twitched for those two hours...I followed on GP's heels, wishing Jim more luck than we'd had to date. "In Through the Out Door" for the road home, fish pie, new potatoes and a ridiculous chocolate cake waiting chez Anotherangler. Pretty good for the ritual day.

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing21st June 2019. Sheepish. After making like a shepherd and 'getting the flock into the field', it was good to catch up with the normally faraway Steve"This Blog is a record of my love of the countryside, all things in it, especially old tractors, growing good food, drinking good tea and taking time out to enjoy life!", although he'd not had a touch. I set up in the next swim and in the next two hours had three bites and three crucians, all fine fish. But oddly still and quiet for all that. I strolled about, drank ginger beer, ate steak-and-kidney pie, looked in on the Bottom Pond, talked myself out of fishing it and so spent the next three hours or so watching an immobile float, save for one sly bite (missed) and several odd tiny dips and lifts. Three small crucians primed about 9pm, one even landed on the float...odd.

The Saxon PondsThe PitchThe Saxon PondsThe float and the damsel flyThe Saxon PondsThe '450 and the hand of the anglerThe Saxon PondsThe unwavering cane
The Saxon Ponds1lb 4ozThe Saxon Ponds1lb 11ozThe Saxon Ponds1lb 11oz

Nevertheless, as I pottered across the Compton Abbas high-road towards the orange-framed faraway hills to the sounds-track of 'In the Evening' (from the DTDriving Technology's jukebox), I thought it a fine day...

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing29th June 2019. The plan is to capture the carp. At 4pm it's still 30°C in the shade and I tackle-up behind a handy bush, as the quarry was lurking not 10 yards from the dam. By the time I'd done, it had scooted off to some lilies against the dam wall. I sneak round and lower bread. This fails and it mooches further down the wall. I cast over the fish and it obligingly sidles up and sucks at the bread; when I strike the bread remains...the fish pops up further out, in no I sit quietly on the wall for some time, with sweat running down my back, waiting fruitlessly for another opportunity.

I head for one of the lily-pad swims, wait for the carp to arrive and when it does, a vortex on the far side of this patch, I cast over, see the big tangle and move too much to deal with it; that was that.

I muse on this and decide to fish the fizzing swim for crucians, put on 6lb line, feed pills of bread and fish flake on the hook. For ninety sticky minutes the float ignores the bubbles, then a breeze springs up, blows across the pond in my face and almost at once I start catching fish. Despite the stout rod and the clutch set as light as it would go, I am utterly lost in the black-and-white ripples and fish until I can barely see the little yellow porcupine quill.

The Saxon PondsThe pitchThe Saxon PondsThe green pathThe Saxon PondsThe first and soon abandoned float
The Saxon PondsOne of the small onesThe Saxon PondsA bunch of cruciansThe Saxon PondsAnother of the small ones
The Saxon PondsProbably over 1lb, but it was dark... The Saxon PondsThe last crucian

I thread back between the shadows to the car and go through a familiar re-stowing routine. The lizard-brain doesn't like the barn's sepulchral creaks and groans and urges me to shine a light into the dark shadows at the back. The more evolved brain knows this is sheep scratching themselves on the far side. I consign the barn-sprites to the pit of rationalism, but muscles on my back crawl as I get into the car. Outside the double-gates I slip the boots off, consider the sounds options, pull "Bat Out of Hell" from the DT'Driving Technology' a.k.a. the car's jukebox and it's suddenly 1981...

...this work-of-art passed me by, until I got a lift home from 'The Three Horseshoes' from a girl with an MG and a mass of dark hair. Whipping through dark Chiltern lanes set the music in my mind, I'd have driven round and listened to it all. I can't recall her name, whose friend she was, or her face and she said only two words; "See you". On recalling this, I transpose for Debs, of slender hips, black hair, mean game of darts and dark green eyes, like a cat. She was a mystery to all of us. Still; walking up Cryers Hill at 2am, the titular tune prowled around my mind.

I drive up Donhead Hollow a little faster than is strictly necessary, but I am old and wise and so know about sudden curves and see them early...

...then there was Andy; lodging with his grandmother, he had the run of a huge bungalow with glass frontage onto a wild corner of Naphill woods. He'd light the fire, had unfeasibly large speakers in the corners of the huge front room, then we'd sit before the fire with good beer and listen to the album through, often two or three times, while the wood-sprites scraped at the windows.

Well, it is a hot summer night.

The Saxon PondsHot Summer Night

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing4th July 2019. The plan, again, is to capture the carp which pottered about in the heat, oblivious to free offerings and at one point I spent 20 minutes not six feet from it, peering motionless through tree-branches, while it studiously took no notice of free bread. Hm...

The Mk.III was then leaned against a handy tree and I broke out a slender Avon rod and 'pin then fished for crucians until such time as I could hear free bread being 'clooped'. This is what I told Pete when he came by on his way to the lower pond to 'test fish' for the roach. Once the temperature dropped the carp vanished...I caught crucians spasmodically, tiny bites, continual bubbling, Pete came back roach-less, I'd yet to hear a 'cloop'. Pete went on and I stayed until gone 10pm with one ear pricked, catching occasional crus while being buzzed by bats, which passed so closely I could hear their soft wing-beats. A lot of bats this year, which is good.

The Saxon PondsThe pitchThe Saxon PondsThe Mk.III waiting...The Saxon PondsThe float on the gold-dusted water
The Saxon PondsOne of four pretty fish The Saxon PondsOne of four pretty fish
The Saxon PondsOne of four pretty fish The Saxon PondsOne of four pretty fish

At least I had a cast with the Mk.III. It's a start. "Passion and the Opera, 'Nightwish', night-drive.

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing21st July 2019. The Saxon Ponds. I really really meant to fish the top pond for a couple of hours, then fish pre-baited swims on the lower pond to see if I could winkle out a fish. I was on my way out the door at 1:30pm, honest I was... "Daaa-aaad..." I managed to bait the swims and settle down for a couple of hours on the top pond by about 4:30pm or so...

The trouble was the tench. I lost a thunderbolt, the size 16 having opened 'just enough', then I had a nice little one and spaced around this were three fat crucians, two at 1lb 10oz and one at 1lb 11oz. Even thus far I was resolute on my lower pond sortie, even with that last perfect butter-coloured, even after the 10oz'er that glowed. Right up to a quarter to eight...but this thunderbolt was held, barely, with a one-size-larger hook. I checked my scales when I got home. 4lb 7oz. No wonder they're getting hard to thus lured I hoped for another...which never came.

The Saxon PondsThe inevitable pitch The Saxon PondsThe inevitable float
The Saxon PondsJust another fine crucianThe Saxon PondsJust another fine crucianThe Saxon PondsJust another tench
The Saxon PondsJust another fine crucianThe Saxon PondsJust another fine crucianThe Saxon PondsJust another fine crucian
The Saxon PondsThey are getting larger

But I meant to fish the Lower Pond. Honest.

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing27th July 2019. The Saxon Ponds.

An attempt for the tench, I managed '1' and a bunch of reckless 'nuisance' crucians. Need bigger firmer baits for tinca tinca I think.

The Saxon PondsThe pitchThe Saxon Ponds'The' tincaThe Saxon PondsA reckless crucian
The Saxon PondsJust another path by the water The Saxon PondsI'm constant amazed at how well some of the crus have survived the wounds they had when we netted them.

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing2nd August 2019. The Saxon Ponds. The plan was to rake a swim and fish for tench using baits calculated to avoid swarming mini-crucians, to wit, three cockles or a small cube of meat. This was about 50% successful, as I only caught three of said crucians. However, rapt though I sat, I neither caught, nor had bites from, nor saw sign of the tench. Normally, I'll sit until the light has gone and I need a torch to find my way along the bank, but at 9:30 the flask was empty and it was clear tinca tinca wasn't coming out to play, so I pottered off.

The Saxon PondsSee? Perfect raked out tench swim. Perfect.
The Saxon PondsHow this fellow got three cockles on a size 12 in there I have no idea.The Saxon PondsOne of those nice 1½lb-ish crucians.The Saxon PondsA nice fish of about 10oz that somehow wolfed a chunk of meat

...which was a perfectly fine evening, but it was then off-coloured by the ill-fated barn owl that swept low over a hedge and careened off the DT's offside door pillar, leaving a ghostly windscreen wing-print and a few swirling white feathers. Dammit.

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing11th August 2019. The Saxon Ponds. The plan was to catch as many crus under 8" as possible and relocate them to the bottom pond to boost the numbers there. I moved a fair few and used my old keep-net for the second time in about 25 years. I had a few that were too big for moving home, but oddly, not a single fish over 1lb, plus one small tench and six even smaller roach.

The Saxon PondsThe tiny tincaThe Saxon PondsOne of several too big to moveThe Saxon PondsOne of several too big to move
The Saxon PondsA net of cruciansThe Saxon PondsA net of cruciansThe Saxon PondsA net of crucians

Swifts. There was a pair of swifts doing 'circuit-and-bumps' up the middle of the Upper Pond. Nice to see.

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing18th August 2019. The Saxon Ponds. Further, but less successful, fish re-location.

The Saxon PondsThe pitch and the keep-netThe Saxon PondsThe crucian that went backThe Saxon PondsThe small pink float
The Saxon PondsI just like duck-weed, a good cover of it hides mystery. The Saxon PondsThe loosestrife under the umbrella tree
The Saxon PondsA small tench, the bigger one pulled off the hookThe Saxon PondsIt threw it down, by the time I realised I should have got my coat I was soaked, water running off my hat and down my back.The Saxon PondsOne of the roach, they're not big but they are perfect.

No swallows to be seen. Autumn is inbound is it not?

2019 - Rewiring, rewriting, renewing20th September 2019. The Saxon Ponds. I tried the sun-lit Semly bank for an hour, but the sandy dry slope was too much for my chair and more pertinently, my back. After an hour I gave in and went south. Even in the perma-shade (which, to my analgesic riddled self, felt cold), there were bubbles. Which was all there was for some time, although I was soundly startled by what I later identified as a giant wood wasp. Massive thing, 1¼", scared the life out of me. But the light was very fine, the air smelt of crushed mint, the cool wind ruffled the trees, so I leant back, rod in the one hand, tea in the other and the afternoon cantered past.

Despite 'said bubbles, the float was unmoved for the most part, twitched once in the last hour, rose a ¼" a little later, surprising me somewhat. Then it sidled into the lilies, submerging as it went, the strike yielding nought. When, a little later the float trembled a bit and sank to a black dot, I felt obliged to strike (a bit). This, shown, was my entire return as the next cast tangled the hook-link around the rod tip, a knot that would have required Alexander's solution in broad daylight. I pushed off.

The Saxon PondsThe first pitch The Saxon PondsThe Path by the Water
The Saxon PondsThe first and back-lit float. The Saxon PondsThe tremble-less float
The Saxon PondsAn ironically highlighted crucian
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2020 - Hindsight Year22nd May 2020. Slashing. A one person work-party, to continue path-cutting for this year's '16th' with, this year, inclusive 'passing places'. There was a digger in the barn-yard moving a prodigious pile of hard-core, possible for a new dry-ski slope, so I had to spin the DT'Driving Technology' around and park in the field just off the beaten track.

It was sunny, 20°C in the shade, and even with the stiff breeze it was hot sticky work with frequent pauses to remove 'wildlife', both real and imaginary, from one's person. The light was very fine and even using the ST'Small Technology''s camera, the below pictures came out very well; it is nice to have some pictures of the path, rather than the water from the path.

The Saxon PondsThe First Pitch...The Saxon Ponds...the Second Pitch...The Saxon Ponds...the Third Pitch...The Saxon Ponds...the Fourth Pitch...
The Saxon Ponds...the Bridge...The Saxon Ponds...the path from the Bridge...The Saxon the Trail Camera Pitch...The Saxon Ponds...from the Trail Camera Pitch to the corner...The Saxon Ponds...and around the corner...

Plus, a rather nice panorama, taken from the dam.

The Saxon PondsThe Upper Saxon Pond

2020 - Hindsight Year16th June 2020. Opening Day - The Upper Saxon Pond

Damn it's early; despite this and the soul jarring squawk of an unwisely selected alarm tone, right in the middle of a deep-sleep cycle, it is simply beautiful to walk across the field in the half-light and mists that open ahead of me as fast as they swallow the old straight track behind. The pond looks perfect at dawn, although I generally eschew getting up to see it. I perch in my pitch, tackle up, cut off last September's rod-tip tangle, then for over an hour the promising signs do little but engage anticipation while I sit in the grey and the silver and listen to the mist-muted dawn chorus...

The Saxon Ponds4:45am or so...

...I recall my provisions and tuck into 'first breakfast', a pork-and-black-pudding sausage bap, a hard-boiled egg and a cup of 'brewed that morning coffee'. Ahh...when the float-tip lifts an inch it takes me by surprise, as does the solid weight of the cause, although it comes to the net rather more easily than it might, due probably to its on-board spawn. I scale the tench at 4lb 13oz, which is big for a small pond, carrying weight or no. The day under way.

The Saxon Ponds4lb 13oz of fat tinca tincaThe Saxon PondscrucianThe Saxon Ponds2lb 14oz of fat tinca tinca

Despite this fine start, it is hard going thereafter. The tiny float-tip, fished on a 1×no.8 'lift-or-sink', does little that is positive, and I miss half of the bites. I nab two roach in the next hour, the sun's first rays streak across the far corner of the dam, then, at 7am or so, I whip out a small crucian. This is cause for celebration so I take a second breakfast, a replica of the first. The sun burns off the last of the mist and the birds and sheep noises have risen reciprocally.

The Saxon Ponds6:15am. The sun eased its way into the ponds...

I speculate the difficult fishing is a product of the vast continual midge hatches, a combination of busy fish feeding on the emergers and a host of fry joining in. Then there was a couple of roach, then a couple of crucians, slightly under hand-size but good sport, a couple of perch, a second tench a little under 3lb...and by this time some hours have slipped past. This is the day's pattern, fish seemingly arriving in pairs, with the rule something like "fish will arrive in pairs and no two consecutive fish will be taken on the same bait".

I alternate fishing off the bottom by the lilies at the front of the swim and the baited patch a rod length or more out, this regular changeover facilitated by using one of the silicone float stops as a top marker. I nab one or two fish on bread, another couple (and one of the perch) on a piece of shrimp, then catch a suspiciously familiar large tench, then more crucians and roach. The sun rises, beats down on the water, the temperature rises, and by the time Pete arrives I'd more-or-less had enough. It was tricky work, although there were enough fish to show that the pond was healthy, that there was minimal impact from the feared predation and also sufficient numbers for good fishing. Pete goes on, I nick out one more roach and a perch then tromp back up the track, now Mediterranean limestone cracking in the heat. Good enough.

The Saxon Ponds4lb 13oz of fat tinca tinca. Again.The Saxon PondsA nice crucianThe Saxon PondsThe rest of the 'bag'The Saxon PondsA nice crucian
The Saxon PondsMad dogs and Englishmen... The Saxon PondsMad hatchers

[P.S. This all sounds idyllic. However...the first tench wrestled out the hook, cat-scratched it across my knuckles, embedded it in the net's mesh, then ripped it out, furling the hook-point. This I discovered when I 'bumped off' two crucians a little later. The hook-link then tangled to the extent I could not undo it, so was forced to cut and re-tie the hook. A little later the whole lot pinged around the rod tip...I realised it would be quicker to cut it all off and re-tie it, so reached for the VSSK...another strike later somehow put a turn of line around the rod between the third and forth rod-rings, something that is topologically possible, if not feasible...a little later I struck at a bite and the float was left in the water as the snap link had come undone...but barring this, idyllic. Sure.]

2020 - Hindsight Year19th June 2020. The Upper Saxon Pond

Strangely quiet. I opted for the late afternoon and aimed to fish until dusk, thinking that it was worth finding out if the fish were feeding more in the evening than in the morning. As it was, the fishing was not unlike earlier in the week. I fished the other side of the lily-patch fished on opening day and it fished in much the same way. That is, few bites, half seemed impossible to connect with, there was one tench (which was lively work in this more confined swim), but despite crucians priming from 7pm onward and every signs of fish being in the swim, I struggled to make any headway, and I was loath to drop to a fine-wire size 18 in this pitch as even the larger crucians need firm handling. As previously, I fished under the near bank on occasion, contacting something solid in a patch of effervescence, but the hook pinged out and this, some smaller fish bumped off earlier and the previous day's mishaps were not an good advertisement for the brand; one more chance, then it's the 'sharps' container and I'll name and shame. I swapped back to an obsolete S3, perhaps a little larger, but I didn't drop another fish. No sign of perch though.

The Upper Saxon PondStrangely subduedThe Upper Saxon PondThe tench, a smidgen under 3lb I'd sayThe Upper Saxon PondQuiet...
The Upper Saxon PondOne crucian, the spadge-tub's lid, the VSSK and some reserve floatsThe Upper Saxon PondThe rest of the catch, excepting one roach that fell off the hook, dropped onto my boot, then flipped into the water.The Upper Saxon PondAnother crucian, the spadge-tub's lid, the VSSK and some reserve floats

Again, not easy fishing.

2020 - Hindsight Year24th June 2020. The Upper Saxon Pond. Eight bites, four fish. Very very hot.

...which is why I didn't arrive until 4pm. Even so, I was counting off the minutes until the sun dipped below the dogwood on the left of the swim, and wondering if the umbrella pitch on the Lower Pond might not have been a better idea. I had a new hook to try, a proper '16' but strongish and went with my little loaded bobber and a single no.4 shot, ¼" from the hook. The first bite, a proper 'lift', yielded the first of four fish, but what a fish. It is not often one sees a roach of this size at all - never mind in a small pond - I was expecting a sluggish tench after a run or two, but a large roach was quite unexpected. This instantly explained the weighty swirls seen about the water, that were at once 'not tench', 'not crucians' and 'not Moby Dick as he's up the other end'. Aha.

"Well, that's me done." I said to myself, "I can go home now..."

I nabbed a decent 'netter' a little later and then had only two more bites until a good tench turned up then missed two more between that and the last tench at dusk...

The Saxon Ponds6-8oz, perfectly good 'netter'The Saxon PondsHot hot hotThe Saxon PondsTench no.1The Saxon PondsTench no.2, last cast...
The Saxon Ponds2lb 2oz The Saxon Ponds2lb 2oz

Very little fish movement, no crucians priming at all, a few signs of spawning in the weeds in the middle, very few bubbles one might be certain were fish, still a lot of midges hatching when and where the sun was on the water and again, not easy fishing. But worth it.

P.S. It occurs, reviewing this, that I was using a 'hemp shaped' 'tell-tale' shot...might have re-visit the solder-wire coils then...*facepalms*

2020 - Hindsight Year2nd July 2020. The Upper Saxon Pond. Big Fat Smug Waxing Gibbous Moon.

The Saxon PondsThe plan was simply to fish. It was sunny/cloudy/windy as the mood took the Gods of weather. I didn't mind, and settled into the fish, which by now were up and about and there was a steady stream of small crucians, some small roach and one tiny tench. I spotted a rod-rest that looked familiar...The Saxon PondsThere was a flurry of interweb messages and it was agreed that in exchange for a quantity of maggots, 'cake' would be provided and eating the maggots was preferred in respect of any inducement or provision of instant noodles.The Saxon PondsPete arrived, I detailed the catch and activity to date, waved at Pam on the dam and no sooner had Pete vanished into the greenery, a big crucian turned up. Typical. A short while later, another, a few ounces lighter. That's good to see, all fish types present and correct and undamaged.
The Saxon Ponds1lb 11ozThe Saxon PondsThe pitch (I forgot the camera was in 'landscape mode', but these pictures look OK). Duncan arrived with ginger cake (always a good thing), but no landing net. Decently I refrained from negotiating a larger slice of cake for sharing mine...luckily he didn't need it...The Saxon Ponds1lb 8oz
The Saxon PondsA 'muscle of tench' turned up mid evening, which augers well for the pond's general health and a large fish rolled by the lilies with a flash of red fins. A swift commenced 'ciruits and bumps'.The Saxon PondsIt felt a little strange to fish until 10pm in good light, but we did, then caught up on the minutiae of lives, as we realised it had been well over a year. Huh. Fine evening.The Saxon PondsThere was, it must be stated, a big fat smug waxing gibbous moon.

2020 - Hindsight Year5th July 2020. The Saxon Ponds. Cool.

I had a quick look at the Lower Pond, thinking I might even take the Umbrella, but the water was very low and while the pond looks inviting, with colour in the gaps suggesting plenty of life, the low levels near the banks put me off, I dislike very shallow reaches. I've never seen potamogeton growing here before, it looks quite nice.

The Saxon PondsThe view from the Umbrella Pitch The Saxon PondsThe east end of the Lower Pond

I headed back 'up'...a day of fresh fish-tail winds made fishing tricky, it being a little too windy for fine-tipped floats and the water not quite deep enough for a true antennae. I alternated between a fine tip and small quill as the wind yawed and pitched, the former float sinking in stiff gusts, the latter not sensitive enough. Absorbing stuff. Mid-evening the breeze was sufficiently puckish that I retrieved my coat from the car while lamenting the omission of a tea-flask from my inventory. Nevertheless, I managed a decent run of smallish crucians, one well over a pound, a bunch of small roach and four tench, from hand-sized, through 8oz, to the finest, shown below, of perhaps a little over 3lb or so. This was the last 'last cast' of the day, by which time I was watching the float-tip in a torch-beam. Good fishing.

The Saxon PondsThe finest of the crucians, 1lb 11oz. The Saxon PondsThe last light tench, the phone did a better job of capturing this than the camera.

2020 - Hindsight Year26th August 2020. The Upper Saxon Pond

I opted to walk down from the gate, this has its own pleasure, and in this way I saw and followed some new but well worn tyre-tracks that led towards the dam, where the stile was no longer. In this way I also discovered that the lawn had been extended over the no-longer comfrey, to the edge of the rush-bed, save for one or two neat grass slip-ways leading to the water's edge.

Pete was stood in the Umbrella Pitch and informed me with some gravity that he had won his own bottle of wine (previously offered to all as a prize for catching something, anything, as 'proof of fish' in the low water). This proof was two small roach; I eschewed a rebuttal, stole some red-maggots and pottered up to the Upper Pond.

I threaded up the long rod, scattered the ground-bait libation, put on my favourite crucian float and removed a couple of careless roach. Pete arrived and booked into the adjoining swim. Then there were more roach for both of us, then I had a few chubby crucians, then the tip really curved over...

The Saxon PondsThe pitchThe Saxon PondsThe lucky crucian floatThe Saxon PondsSome chubby crucians

...and I suggested to Pete that he might want to see this one...this was the last crucian of the day, did we but know it. The sun beamed, the wind swirled about in that fresh 'nearly autumn' way and we were treated to a magnificent aerobatics display by two-score house-martins, nevertheless the activity under the surface tailed off and so did the catching. Pete decided that the late midday slump was too long and headed for home. I opined that I'd fish until sevenish and if it was still slumped, then I'd atypically pack ahead of sunset. We agreed the Wetland ought to be fished before summer fled for the duration, as some pike still required relocation.

The Saxon PondsDefinitely a 'netter'The Saxon PondsThe meadow beyond the hedgeThe Saxon PondsRoach

The fish remained conspicuous by their a., although a few aperiodic stabbing bites yielded two 'netter' roach (with hindsight perhaps it is time to fish for roach). A hobby buzzed up the far bank and an Emperor dragonfly hovered in front of me, never still quite long enough to be photographed, several smaller brown dragonflies droned around and Moby Dick ambled about, as it does. This all harmonised with the cinnamon, orange and star anise notes of my 'winter spice' tea...

The big roach rolled as the sun sank, raising hopes, if not expectations and I discovered that I was chilly and with little prospect of a return to form, I packed and the walk back up the track didn't quite warm me through. But still, very fine.

The Saxon PondsThe rarest of the rare, a 1lb 15oz crucian

2020 - Hindsight Year11th September 2020. The Saxon Ponds...laters...

The Saxon PondsThe pitchThe Saxon PondsA bunch of the 'fun-size' ones.The Saxon PondsA very reasonable roach
The Saxon PondsA path by the water The Saxon PondsDotted down. It was that kind of a day.
The Saxon PondsThe gate and the meadow

2020 - Hindsight Year17th September 2020. The Saxon Ponds...laters...again...

The Saxon Pondstinca tincaThe Saxon Ponds1lb 15oz. Again. Twice now inconvenient witnesses have robbed me of 2lb crucians...The Saxon PondsA constellation of crucians
The Saxon PondsWho doesn't like a mystery...? The Saxon PondsWho doesn't like a mystery...?

2020 - Hindsight Year29th September 2020. The Saxon Ponds...perch...

This was, despite the auspices of perch, one of those long still quiet afternoons that gently hummed past, with almost nothing one might ascribe to a fish, save for the protruding back of the mooching Moby Dick. At near-dark, one tiny dip-and-lift on a large lob-tail decorated with marker-maggots, provided this rather fine and feisty perch. And that was that...a few crucians were priming as I packed; having left my coat in the car I was chilled, and serenading me to a fine moon-rise over the farmyard were an entire parliament of owls. A fine autumn afternoon.

The Saxon PondsThe long rod was used to fish a lob-tail and a bunch of maggots...The Saxon PondsEither (a) D. has forgotten his rod-rest or (b) we have nomes.The Saxon PondsThe LBR was attached to a proper boys perch float with a large worm suspended beneath. It never stirred...
The Saxon PondsThe pointy end of a thirsty European hornet. The low drone announcing it made me hopeful of photographing one of the even more fearsome looking great wood wasps that mooch about the Ponds. Both are relatively amiable creatures, despite their fearsome appearance.The Saxon PondsWhen I got these and opened the bag, the smell took me right back to the River Thames at Longbridge...The Saxon PondsThe hoped and fished-for perch. Reliable reports suggest this is about half the size of the largest.

...but wait. One perch. Again.

We were sat in the back garden this morning (second coffee) and for a moment I thought a heron was labouring past, realised the neck was straight, then as it neared, it positively loomed, then banked in the sun - unmistakeably a common crane! Hah! Don't see those very often here. Golly, they're large (6-7ft wing-span).

Wild and Feral Carp...wild...(and back to the top of the page) Wild and Feral Carps...feral... Wild and Feral Carps...wild... Wild and Feral Carps...feral... Wild and Feral Carps...wild... Wild and Feral Carps...feral...


2021 - All Change 13th March 2021. The Saxon Ponds

This was well meant but possibly ill-conceived. I took some maggots and hemp to the top pond, thinking it might have warmed enough. In this I was incorrect. On arriving the air was a balmy 8°C, the water on the south bank the same. I tackled up, hope over expectation. The wind swung around and the temperature dropped to 4°C and my core temperature, addled by a vaccination, followed suit. To warm up, I went around taking the temperature of the water and nowhere was as warm as my spot on the south bank which is odd, but notable. I dug in for three hours and although the sun came out aperiodically, it was for the most part cloudy with thin needling showers, several of which, being ice, rattled through the dogwoods and pattered off my coat. Hm. After three hours, I’d had enough, too cold to enjoy even the thinnest chance of sport. I packed up.

The Saxon PondsWhen the clouds cleared out the way it looked quite niceThe Saxon PondsThe bait of the day. I used a little loose hemp as well.The Saxon PondsThe float of the day.
The Saxon PondsWhen the clouds cleared out the way it looked quite niceThe Saxon PondsThe back end of the four-piece and the Cardinal 44xThe Saxon PondsI was forced to improvise a rod-rest. I say 'forced'...
The Saxon Ponds' inlet streamThe Saxon Ponds' inlet stream The Saxon Ponds' inlet streamThe Saxon Ponds' inlet stream

The last two shots are of the feeder stream the head of the pond, in principle a silt trap, although currently it has 5½ feet of silt in it.

2021 - All Change 30th March 2021. The Saxon Ponds. The plan was to try and catch something (anything) at the tail end of the season. Pete had tried manfully, if not fruitfully, to catch from the lower pond, something he'd abandoned in favour of lunch by the time I pootle up. There is little evidence of fish in the lower pond and it is too weedy to net, so it looks as if opening the sluice and catching the fish en passant might be the only option. Hm. We talk of this and that; at least 'lockdown' has eased so we might have an actual work-party, as opposed to 'work-pairs'.

Pete opts to have another go and I opt for the sun on the South bank, a triumph of optimism and warm weather over common sense. Maggots, hemp-seed, a size 16 and a mere 10mm of thin cane peeking from the surface tension; I had expected it to be slow. It is...

...although I recover from my own idée fixe in time to tweak the hook into a roach which obligingly nips of with two red maggots. Aha. Honour satisfied I take stock of the surroundings and a few pictures, and in this way miss a bite that results in a solid nick. This feels larger but one cannot know for sure...

...after some time passes I change the maggots for a pinch of bread. Sensibly (I know...) I hold the rod, and as a result, the sudden subsidence of the tip didn't catch me unaware, well not completely; something solid beetles about in a manner that might have been awkward in the summers' lilies, but today is a pleasing minor inconvenience. A crucian, a surprise, but no less welcome for that...

The Saxon PondsPretty, even with the ropesThe Saxon PondsThe answer to the question, ''How good is my new camera's zoom?'' is ''Pretty good.''The Saxon PondsAh go on...

...I was still clutching said rod when Pete arrived at 4pm-ish, and he having met with the same success as in his pre-prandial session opted, in view of the evidence, to fish a little along the bank. Thus we both spend the next 90 minutes catching nothing at the same time...interrupted by the stockman arriving to return some errant sheep from the yard back into the meadow...the sun shines, things buzz pleasantly by, startled awake bumblebees mooch about and a convention of toads in the left-hand reed bed generate fish-like ripples and a continual series of convivial 'quark-quark' sounds. In our favour insects are hatching, occasional bursts of 4-5 emergers which hint at the warming water (9.4°C) and lengthening days, all of which suggests fish are well advised to be abroad.

Sometime around 6ish, Pete starts 'last casts' and my float tip starts on a long series of tiny movements which results in several optimistic strikes and exactly no fish. Naturally, as Pete's valedictory car clears the gate, my float zips under. Naturally I miss. The next hour is punctuated by a roach that took the bait 'on the drop', a crow chasing a squirrel with predatory intent (the crow finally foxed when the quarry ran vertically down an ivy'd oak-trunk) and a series of bites that barely qualified as such. Rum.

The Saxon PondsBecause it's perfectThe Saxon PondsThe ephemera of the slow dayThe Saxon PondsRoaches

The distant church bells announce '7', I nick off another roach, then a second, then catch two in quick succession, which is why after the next strike when the rod yanks hard around, I realise my fingers had stiffened with cold. The cause gallops off under the left-hand ropes and then, chastened by the warming effect of the reel-rim on my thumb, decides it prefers the dogwood branches, obliging me to stand and move hard right. Ms. Tench now zips off the other way. This repeats for a few diminishing cycles, and so I net a fine lean tench. Heh.

Now nearing half-light and the air smells of the damp descending the little valley, so I commence last casts and land a nice roach, an actual 'netter', then 'call it' when the first bat swerves to investigate my mid-cast float. Chilly by now, my fingers could do with loosening somewhat to tackle down.

The Saxon PondsThe lone crucian, 1lb 14oz. For a moment I thought I'd caught my third 1lb 15oz'er The Saxon PondsThe 4lb destroyer of swims - somewhat hampered in its efforts by there being no lily patches to bolt into.

I've had worst days mid-summer. I put on some 'Good Times Bad Times' and, dodging a barn owl at the bottom of Donhead Hollow, pootle back.

2021 - All Change 16th June 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Obviously.

The alarm clock hurt somewhat, frakking early, heat under the coffee pot, ate toast, not because I wanted it but because lunch was half a day away, then drove through thick mist, under 40mph, fog-lights and wipers. Strands of the same mist hung about the blue-grey pond, then there were roach, then perch and then crucians, one whomping but oddly subdued tench, then the sun was up. By "Pete's Rounds" I'd had a score or more or hand-sized cru's and a few larger ones.The aide memoire of the man himself recalled Pete's prong was broken yet, mending is now tomorrow's task.

Donhead DawnStrands of the same mist hung about the blue-grey pond...Donhead DawnDonhead Dawn...then the sun was up.

There seemed to me to be a lack of wildlife – swallows seem sparse this year, the garage birds are absent, none grace the water today and I've yet to see a kingfisher or sparrowhawk today, although a woodpecker drummed further up the valley. Possibly the increased landscaping/human activity here has changed the dynamic.

Donhead whomping but oddly subdued tench...Donhead fishesJust one of the prettier ones.Donhead fishesHighbacked 1lb 13oz
Donhead Fishes1lb-ishDonhead Fisheslonger but 'only' 1lb 10oz.Donhead FishesThe path home...

I fished on, drank more coffee, hooked a good tench, the hook-hold losing the battle to keep it out of the oddly reduced lily patch. Crucians arrived at regular intervals and as I hit the road and the sun hit the overhead, they were still biting. But enough; 'Tangerine Dream', a cup of tea, snatched back an hour of sacrificed sleep, planted some beans before the rains came and wondered if I'm perhaps too old for this stuff.*

Good fishing mind you.

* Just kidding. Of course I'm not. Ridiculous notion. *snorts derisively*

2021 - All Change 18th June 2021. The Saxon Ponds.

I picked a north bank swim, new-cut, as I liked the look of it but more critically, it provided shelter from the prevailing weather, a lot of which was wet and slanted. I picked up small cru’s steadily, a couple of roach, inevitable small perch, a porpoising tench, lost another which pulled the hook (grr...), took a large crucian, a few more small then opted, after another hook-pull - a large crucian - to change the hook up one size and fish some cockles.

The last two hours were slow, not slow enough to avoid losing another two large fish to hook-pulls and by then, fairly sure the portmanteau tip of the four-piece was not doing its job, I put the original tip back on; then lost another in the same way. I was becoming obsessive regarding the sharpness of the hook-point, so it wasn’t that.

WTFI am not entirely cognisant of the circumstances relevant to the current situation.?

Saxon Ponds' crucians and tench.64oz right on the noseSaxon Ponds' crucians and tench.Four of the bestSaxon Ponds' crucians and tench.1lb 10oz, where are those 2lb cru's?
The view across the pondThe view across the pond - really awful job the camera did on this view, sawing off the light background with a blunt knife, it looks like.

I decided to drink some tea and fish massive bunches of maggots on a small quill. This still caught small cru's. Annoying. It’s not the first time I’ve felt this tip was not setting the hook. I chatted with NR, who'd caught several tench but oddly no crucians and he‘d lost a few to hook pulls as well; so I'm now wondering if the lift method which works well for the most part, is not ideal for the larger cru’s with a larger bait. I pondered on the wisdom of a small quill, a 'BB', two inches over-depth and fresh cockles over pure hemp for next time.

Plus I'll do some test curve measurements on the portmanteau 4-piece. And I’ll fish either the GTI or the LHSRE instead. Probably.

2021 - All Change 20th June 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Phalanx*. I returned with the Harlow, new 6lb line, the LHSRELight Hexagraph Salmon Rod Experiment, plain hemp, cockles, ‘SB3’** and whatever else was in the bait bucket. I was ‘loaded for tench’ and as luck would have it was a heavy sultry kind of evening that you'd consider to be perfect tench fishing weather...

The Upper Pond from the Semley bankThe swim...The Upper Pond from the Semley bank...the path by the water...The Upper Pond from the Semley bank...the first and least effective float...The Upper Pond from the Semley bank...and the gear. my surprise, I then caught two perch and two small crucians on some fat fresh cockles. Hm. Still. On a whim I put on a piece of SB3. Then it got interesting...

Three tench50ozThree tench44ozThree tench49oz
Three more tench60ozThree more tench50ozThree more tench68oz

Also; it turns out the LHSRE and the Harlow is a great tenching combo.

* This is my new collective noun for tench.

** It's not that secret, but it's a small pond and I'd prefer to educate the tench myself.

2021 - All Change 25th June 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Curate's Egg.*

Donhead Upper from the dam...on of these evenings I'm going to fish from the dam

Another sultry tench evening – but different to last week. A cool breeze kept the fish from feeding until 7:30 or so, then the swim went nuts with priming and bubbles, a weaker angler would have tied on a size 16 and cleaned up, but I stuck to my tench-plan... which was, possibly due to education and the frenzied activity of the hand-sized, only mildly successful; I had one fat tinca and a scare from Moby Dick, who briefly tailed-up near the float...but to compensate, the goddess of small ponds granted me two fine crucians among a clutch of smaller greedier fish, the last of which came at near-last light, the camera failing and I couldn’t be hedgehogged to set up the flash. The church clock struck ten, I counted the chimes. That’ll do.

The view from hereThe small porcupine quill and the liliesThe view from hereThe small porcupine quill and the midgesThe view from here...and a scare from Moby Dick...
Some cruciansSome small greedy cruciansSome cruciansThe single tenchSome cruciansA compensatory crucian
The evening float and its fishThe church clock then struck 10pm, I counted the chimes. The evening float and its fishBlurry, but warm in the hand even this late in the evening.

Packed the gear into the DT'Driving Technology' - a colleague recently observed that I didn't seem like the sort of person that drives this make of DT. Clearly, I need to work on my image. and realised I'd picked up the wrong Harlow. I thought casting was trickier this evening - it has 8lb line.

* In this instance the implication is that it was literally good for the most part.

2021 - All Change 2nd July 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Home Turf.

An 'it’s been along week' session, and I opted for 'Jim’s Swim', which, targeting the tench with larger baits, yielded not a single bite in 90 minutes, then one; which I missed. As small cru’s abounded, I dropped a hook size, put on small bites, and caught a dozen crucians and a lone tench of perhaps 8oz. I switched back to large baits to wait for larger tenches and drank small cups of tea in the meantime. Despite the sultry overcast evening, some might say 'good for tenches', no other tenches came.

The Saxon PondsJim's PitchThe Saxon PondsThe quill and the ripplesThe Saxon PondsThe path back to the dam
The Saxon PondsOne of thirteen The Saxon PondsMinature tench

A fine evening; I yard-and-barn packed with the sheep’s bleats in the background, so to ease back into real life I select “Animals’, skip forward to ‘Sheep’, somewhere near Compton Abbas this overruns into “Wish You Were Here”. Never did find out which one was ‘Pink’.

2021 - All Change 3rd July 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Dam, Rod. So; I spent an hour on the damn'd dam wall, the wind blew the line into tangles around the ‘pin, the float never twitched and it dawned on me, slowly, that slumping on a wall is for younger bodies. I headed for the south bank which luckily had a chair.

the dam pitch and the Easy chair fishing pitchthe dam pitch the dam pitch and the Easy chair fishing pitchEasy chair fishing pitch

This was a different and more copiously loaded proverbial kettle – I used the tiniest porcupine quill, second-hand with a tip of perhaps a centimetre of faded orange and then rapt on the tiny lifts and dips of this, caught cru’s steadily and forgot all about why I’d actually come up this evening.*

Pyrites of cruciansA pyrites of cruciansPyrites of cruciansA pyrites of cruciansPyrites of cruciansA pyrites of crucians

Things slowed a little as the light fell, a wood wasp droned about, it got to the time when I could barely see the spike of the float and bats were swerving at my casts. Then a white spectre floated up the centre of the pond, veered right through the gap next' the pine, glanced over its shoulder, as if to check I was watching, then wheeled left up the meadow. All in complete silence but for the water shushing in the culvert under the dam. The spike stabbed into the black and I caught a fine roach; last cast then.

A decent roach, perhaps 1lbA decent roach, perhaps 1lb.

Hello Meteor’ for the road home.

* I'd re-modified (‘shortened’ as engineers would say ) the 'light tip' of the four piece Avon by removing 3", which made far more difference than one might expect; this brought the t/c up to something like 1lb 4oz. It's still a little soft in the tip, thinner carbon maybe, another inch off might not hurt, but is was a joy to fish with, but I'd like to get into a large tench or two to test it properly.

2021 - All Change 15th July 2021. The Saxon Ponds. The Prong Goes Home. The prong (the kind of multi-tined pitchfork usually seen outside a rouge scientist’s gothic laboratory, being brandished by an enraged villager carrying a flaming torch) had made a number of round-trips to The Ponds and it was good to hand it back, mended.

Fishing was a little slow to get moving, although Pete had several fish, including the pick of the evening’s cru’s, before I opened any kind of account. This is good fishing, though it seems that once the hand-sized fish arrive, the chance of a large crucian shrinks rapidly, as do the odds of a large tench – as previously noted, catching the tench requires fishing in such a way as to exclude small crucians – but I had a fine evening with a score of cru’s, one solid well-muscled 3lb+ tench, a perch and a small perfect roach.

Crucians at the Saxon Pondscru'Crucians at the Saxon PondsThe usual pitchCrucians at the Saxon Pondscru'

Moby Dick wandered up and down ‘as usual’, perch strikes are becoming a regular occurrence, Golden-Ringed Dragonflies darted about, all in all, just another fine evening’s sport. A privilege, that’s what it is.

A crucian and a tenchIt landed there. So I snapped it and popped it back. A crucian and a tenchNot the finest picture of a fine tench

Pete went on before dusk, I stayed until the church-bell pealed 10 and in the last half-hour the float never moved. Along the ridge the crescent moon kept pace with the DT'Driving Technology' and ‘Shine on You Crazy Diamond’, an illusion. But a good one.

Mottled beauty (Alcis repandata)Cleverly, it has the wing on the paint side folded, otherwise it would be very visible (a Mottled Beauty I think).

This is just a well camouflaged moth on the door-frame, kinda liked it.

2021 - All Change 17th July 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Lastlight.

Saturday night, I felt the fever grow, had to fish, hot day ameliorated by a persistent north breeze, Martin and Martin's parasol occupied 'Land’s End', I opted for the perfectly pleasant shade of Jim’s Oak. The fish were feeding well, I bumped off a small tench on the pondweed, caught small cru’s steadily, lost a big tench when the hook, required to stop a headlong rush into the lilies, turned out to be lily-livered.

The Pitch and the FishesThe PitchThe Pitch and the FishesSome FishesThe Pitch and the FishesThe Pitch

I removed three crayfish (worrying trend), dropped a hook size and despite missing many bites, enjoyed myself. I worked through a small flask of tea, a water vole scrabbled through the reeds, I listened to something crunching through a crayfish supper; the light fell, Martin appeared valedictorially, I was blessed by a small tench – the fish were moving steadily further from the bank, I was casting at the end of the lilies by now - the owls were on call and response. When the 10 o’clock peal was imminent, a last cast and last bite brought one of the finer ones. Yep.

Last Light, Last CrucianLast Light Last Light, Last CrucianLast Crucian

As I cleared the dam, the barn owl glid across, barely past the front of the bonnet, then another, in the middle of a red-eyed dream, crossed my path on the high road.

2021 - All Change 21st July 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Bullfinch.

A hot and sticky evening, the fish were capricious and my hopes for the tench, initially raised by a small one followed by a solid crucian, were then dashed by a pestilence of small crucians that toyed with the float and occasionally impaled themselves on the hook not meant for them.

They were there, I was there...The evening's pitchA wood-pecker mounted an assault on the dying ash across the pond.

The evening's highlight was a bull-finch that appeared from the bush a few feet away, nodded as if to say “Oh, hello.” then hopped unhurriedly back. A wood-pecker mounted an assault on the dying ash across the pond. Tench burbled through the swim at annoyingly frequent intervals; I went through every sort of bait in the bucket and by dusk had conceded it was a ‘fishing is good, catching is bad’ evening. One of those. I hooked pinches of white-sliced and batted for my average.

The moon rose through the ash, I lit the float-tip with a subtly collimated torch beam and somewhere between the fourth and fifth chime of ten, the tip winked out of sight and there was the last crucian.

The moon rose through the ash... ...and there was the last crucian.

2021 - All Change 2nd August 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Weed.

I spent a ‘happy’ smelly 90 odd minutes dragging weed from the lower pond in preparation for the great draining, a couple of crucians amongst the weed, no cray’s but a blister on my index finger and silt ground into the hands’ crevices.

This done, I parked in the usual swim and fished a few hours ‘for bites’ enjoying a sequence of plump hand sized cru’s. Pete came by and fed the other cru’s then left me to my porcupine quill and with the last hour approaching I decided a larger bait and hook for a chance of a tench was the right approach. So for an hour of daylight and half-an-hour of torch-lit float-tip, I caught exactly no tench.

The Saxon PondsThe pitch The Saxon PondsThe float and autumn lily

2021 - All Change 4th August 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Weed Two.

So, more weed-pulling, this time four slow crucians, an unlucky crayfish and two growing piles of weed. If quietly watched, these crept with life. I’d changed the rake’s rope for a thicker one to avoid further hand denudation, with limited success. Pete arrived and we wedged open a board on the sluice, an exercise of Heath Robinson ingenuity, involving hooked withies and string. This done, a bit of fishing was only polite as I was there anyway.

‘Jim's Swim’ then, where I planned to fish large baits far off for tench or possibly, roach. Rob arrived, we spoke of crucians and the Wetland, then I left Rob to catch a cru. while I worked through a flask of much needed BEGCBlack Earl Grey and Ceylon tea; ironically, dragging wet soggy clumps of weed gives one a raging thirst.

The Saxon PondsThe pitchThe Saxon PondsThe floatThe Saxon PondsEven now, I see a woodie, work out the elevation and think 'supper time...'

I caught ‘a’ crucian, a determined fish that engulfed a large piece of sea-food, then hooked a tench which lilied itself, leaving me attached to the fish via a turn-of-line around a pad stem, but out of reach of the landing net. I slackened off and re-tightened a few times to see if the stem would cut, then Rob was kind enough to bring a net with a longer handle, but his mere presence sufficed and the fish came away. In the net the hook was caught by a pectoral, I fancy it started fair-hooked, but landed, foul. Here it is anyway. Rob and I talked of the Wetlands then he went on.

The Saxon PondsThe gobby cru. The Saxon PondsThe foul'd tench

I’d carelessly left the EMIT'Excessively Bright Illumination Technology'. The Overly Manly torch. on my desk, so the end of the light was the end of my fishing, this time at least.

2021 - All Change 12th August 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Double Dip. Pete and I took Semley bank pitches, mine between the willows and Pete in the last cut swim. For most of this season I’ve been fishing simply, eschewing my usual ‘sensitive lift’’ rigs and fine hook-links, but the fish appear to be learning and it’s August, so I set up today with a finer hook-link than usual and a cork-ball antennae float, all 2½” of which, bar the top ¼”, was submerged by the single no.8 shot placed a ¼” from the hook.

The Saxon Ponds - the north bankThe view from the gap between the treesThe Saxon Ponds - the north bankThe float and the hatchThe Saxon Ponds - the north bankThe decently sized tench

We both nabbed fish steadily, and I had perhaps ten or so and a fighty tench of about 1lb, I suspect Pete caught rather more steadily than I and my sport tailed off, possibly a tench induced fright. It also rained steadily and in this way we discovered my swim was considerably better shelter than Pete’s. When Pete announced he’d had enough and headed off for lunch (and to dry out) I waited an hour, bite-less, then decided to give Pete’s pitch an hour then head off myself.

The Saxon Ponds - the north bankLooking along the rod. The Saxon Ponds - the north bankNeat view of the thin banded antennae
The Saxon Ponds - the north bankEven small tench are goodThe Saxon Ponds - the north bankTook this one a moment or two to realise it was in the waterThe Saxon Ponds - the north bankJust an amazing colour

So it was I spent the next three hours catching a crucian every ten minutes or so, with a few small perch and a small tench thrown in (as it were). At 5 peals I realised I’d not eaten or drunk anything since about 7am - I hadn’t planned to stay out so went on if not ‘faint with hunger’ certainly seriously considering vittles...just another fine few hours on the Upper Pond.

2021 - All Change 19th August 2021. The Saxon Ponds. The Rain fell mostly on the Angler. So the Thane donated some maggots and I needed to use them up (chestnut, one, old, roasting for the use of). I aim for early afternoon, plan to fish to end of day and Pete was just leaving as I turned up, he’d been feeding the fish...oh good, you don't want them too easy to catch...

...I popped into last week's Semly bank swim, it’s a nice spot, today suffused with the smell of the crushed water-mint. Although it was warm grey and overcast, usually good, the water had warmed and I scratched for several long hours, always a slow day when I start trying to photograph the wild-life. A sparrow-hawk took up station in the dying tree over the lake and was immediately harried away by a triptych of crows. Lots of hawker dragonflies droning about and a few blue damsel flies also, one settling on my rod for a while.

The Wildlife of the DayOne of the many blue damsel flies. They do look odd.The Wildlife of the DayA mint beetle on the marchThe Wildlife of the DayThe mint and its flower, many bees around as well
The pitch and the float-tipThe tip of the lift The pitch and the float-tipThe pitch

For the last two hours it rained fine steady dreich and I got slowly dampened down. I managed a couple each of perch, roach and crucians and many tiny fiddly bites that I couldn’t hit, and I was just thinking to myself, “I’ve nearly had enough fun now” and the rain stopped at a little after 6 peals. And the fish woke up.

I nabbed a fish every ten minutes, the light lift rig doing its familiar dip-lift-fish thing. Along with a bunch of chubby 6-8oz crucians were several more perch and a small roach. At 8 peals, still quite sodden, I called it. It’s funny how quickly a good hour overshadows a poor preceding three. Still, Rock 'n' Roll 'n' You and home for a hot shower and some fresh French beans.

One of the perchesOne of the cruciansAnother of the crucians

2021 - All Change 29th August 2021. The Saxon Ponds. It Stopped Right There.

The Semley BankThe pitch at middayThe Semley BankThe tiny lifter, trembling...The Semley BankThe Manager
One landing net of fishes Another landing net of fishes
A small perfect one The pitch in the setting sun

2021 - All Change 13th September 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Owls. Opted for the 'dug-out' pitch, then really scratched. The day was warm, nicely overcast and I optimistically thought that it might be a good tench day. In the end I snitched perhaps a dozen small perch, several small roach and four crucians. One of the cru's was a larger one (I think the bigger ones have lost weight), which was nice although it seemed sluggish, perhaps the oxygen levels are down? S. arrived a little after me and fished Jim's Swim for several hours for three missed bites. Despite being mid-September it's now fishing like mid-August.

The Saxon PondsThe busy bee. One of them, there were many.The Saxon PondsThe tip of icebergThe Saxon PondsThe underweight crucian; 1lb 10oz.

Good fishing, nearly hard catching. I did see two tawny owls though - the bats were out, I had the collimator on the EMIT'Excessively Bright Illumination Technology'. The Overly Manly torch.* and said owls both flew down the middle of the pond, the nearer calling, then evanescing into the trees over the dam, the further veering into the dead ash on the opposite bank, then after a few minutes floating into a pine tree further up the bank. Naturally it was too dark to photograph either. Made my day.

* This has two settings: (1) burns out retinas at 100 paces and (2) hardly burns out retinas at all. This second setting, which can be maintained for over 20 hours, used in conjunction with a wide focus and a collimator made with black ‘duplon’, is perfect for illuminating a float-tip.

2021 - All Change 11th October 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Blackberries and Perches.

Setting off was delayed by a 'phone call, the fishing by a chat on the dam. I took a circuit of the pond, gleaning 2lb of blackberries (whisky for the steeping of) then put on my lucky perch float and fished a lob just off the bottom. This, although appealing among the autumn sun-lit leaves, only twitched once or twice, the only full-on bite naturally occurring while I was pouring tea.

The Saxon Ponds...put on my lucky perch float... The Saxon PondsThe usual pitch, opposite the pine tree

I switched to a thin crow-quill, a size 4 Gamatsu wormer, fished a lob-worm on the bottom, now and then baiting with a broken worm. This yielded two small perch, against the odds taking a bait the same length as themselves, then one pulled back hard and rolled into the net after an anxious moment or two. I knew they’d grown fat.

The Saxon Pondsgotta love 'emThe Saxon Ponds30oz of annoyed perchThe Saxon Pondsgotta love 'em

I fished on, missed the odd bite, extracted several small perches, enjoying myself, nothing more fundamental than worm-fishing for perches. The light fell, the temperature dropped and I worked through my BEGCBlack Earl Grey and Ceylon tea. Nearly dusk and another wandering bite curled the end of the rod over and thumped the line and I got quite excited for a moment, although the result was ‘disappointingly olive’. But still, good.

The Saxon PondsNot a perch. Which is fine.

I put the OMT'Overly Manly Torch'. The Excessively Bright Illumination Technology.'s muted beam on the float tip (hollow-tipped quills illuminate nicely), a tawny owl slipped into the pine-tree opposite, called, answers came from Lower Pond's woods and up the valley. The owl then floated into the dam's corner-oak. I missed a bite, caught two more small ones, re-baited by torch-light, missed a slow lift-bite, so tangling the end-tackle around the rod. Awkward even in daylight, so I called it a day, packed up to a song of owls, 8°C, fingers tingling, feels like autumn.

2021 - All Change 16th October 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Perches.

The Saxon PondsThe left-hand pathThe Saxon PondsClose enough...The Saxon PondsThe right-hand path
The Saxon PondsA representative perchThe Saxon PondsThe nearly obligatory tenchThe Saxon PondsGrey wagtail, there are a few up here this year

2021 - All Change 24th October 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Roaches.

The Saxon PondsA slightly washed out crucianThe Saxon PondsThe pitch, covered with flood debrisThe Saxon PondsSilver
The Saxon PondsGrey still autumn day.The Saxon PondsA very fine pond-roach, perhaps 16oz.The Saxon PondsRepresentative perches and roaches.
The Saxon PondsThe same grey still autumn day.The Saxon PondsA fine old floatThe Saxon PondsThe seemingly obligatory single tench, 45oz.
The Saxon PondsA very fine pond-roach, perhaps 16oz. The Saxon PondsDusk on the Upper Pond
The Saxon PondsAutumn dusk sky

2021 - All Change 21st November 2021. The Saxon Ponds. Two Dozen Perches. Cold.

The Saxon PondsAutumn leavesThe Saxon PondsThe pitch, fringed with the sameThe Saxon PondsThe jigsaw-puzzle of insanity
The Saxon PondsThe small pink float on the edgeThe Saxon PondsThe pitch's jetsamThe Saxon PondsThe small pink float in the perch attracting waves
The Saxon Ponds' FishesA representative perch.The Saxon Ponds' FishesAnother representative perch.The Saxon Ponds' FishesA representative roach.
The Low winter SunsetThe Low winter Sunset
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2022 - The 'wild carp' 1st January 2022. Upper Saxon Pond Surprises.

Pure cabin-fever; I'd bought some maggots a few days ago en passant, optimism, and today resolved I was going out, weather be damned. My expectations were 'some small perch' with a glimmer-chance of 'some roach'. The south bank was denuded and decidedly soggy (enough to remind me that my boots both had leaks in the uppers), it was raining grey-on-grey, hard enough to keep me on the LBRLittle Blue Rod, aka the Other Mk.III and a bunch of worms. These collected small perch, mostly by casting long, then retrieving the float a few feet then letting the worms settled to the end of the drop. I dropped perch into the large landing-net lest they spoil the fun. Meanwhile the rain persisted, long enough to soak the unhooking mat and for me to think "Uh-Oh...", then it blew through...

The Upper Saxon PondThe leansome pine pitchThe Upper Saxon PondThe tip of the long thin antennaThe Upper Saxon PondThe Little Blue Rod

I set up the long rod, threw in the thermometer, put on a neglected long insert/antenna of great sensitivity, tied on a tiny 'Animal', then fished very fine exactly one rod length out in the 10.5°C water, warm for January. I put in a few small balls of hemp and bread and got lost in the tiny dips and lifts that passed for bites and worked through a generous flask of 'winter spice' tea and the handful of biscuits snagged on setting off. Occasional fish topped, tiny bubbles in rough rows suggested fish were about and for confirmation I collected roach and perch at regular intervals; then mid-afternoon a crucian primed in front of me. Aha.

Another half an hour passed before a tiny lift turned into the hardest fighting fish of the day, a fine 'large hand' sized crucian. That's a turn up. I added four more, more silver and stripes, drank more hot spiced tea.

The Upper Saxon PondSurprise crucianThe Upper Saxon PondA striking oak-appleThe Upper Saxon PondSurprise crucian

When the light suggested end-of-day, I popped the fish into the next swim, listened to the wind in the trees and the rushing water in the sluice, caught three more perch, three more crucians, then the pond and swim died completely. For the last half an hour I peered owlishly, hopefully at the float, because it was nice to be on the bank.

The Upper Saxon PondSurprise crucian The Upper Saxon PondCluster of crucians

I picked up the packed tackle to head for the DT'Driving Technology' and higher up the valley, a tawny owl called.

2022 - The 'wild carp' 22nd January 2022. Cold. Saxon Pond Perches.

The Saxon PondsThe ephemera of another anglerThe Saxon PondsScarlet ElfcupsThe Saxon PondsTurkey Tail
The Saxon PondsA dozen of theseThe Saxon PondsCold WaterThe Saxon PondsThe Second PitchThe Saxon PondsYou never know...

2022 - The 'wild carp' 19th March 2022. The Upper Saxon Pond.

More unseasonable crucians. And perches. And roaches.

The Upper Saxon PondThe south bank in the bright spring sunshine.The Upper Saxon PondThe damaged dam, next the sluice. Heavy plant crossing during landscaping has done for the 100 year old brickwork.The Upper Saxon PondIt's a tricky day for light-float fishing.
The Upper Saxon PondI dunno, sometimes a tub of maggots is evocative of fishing pasts.The Upper Saxon PondThe ephemera of anotheranglerThe Upper Saxon PondThe roaches and the last perch
The Upper Saxon PondOne of the four unseasonable cruciansThe Upper Saxon PondOne of the four unseasonable cruciansThe Upper Saxon PondOne of the four unseasonable cruciansThe Upper Saxon PondOne of the four unseasonable crucians

2022 - The 'wild carp' 28th March 2022. The Upper Saxon Pond. More unseasonable crucians. And perches. And roaches.

Midday start, grey, still, overcast, 15°C, water 8.8°C, there's fresh 4lb line on the '450 and I attach a tiny quill that can be overcast, as the wind is slight and on my back. This works well, the first fish is a fine roach, then another, then two crucians and a pair of perch. Pete arrives, I show him the fish kept in the landing net for that reason, tip them back. Pete starts to catch and I go up one quill-size for the peak breeze, drop back down as the fine spring afternoon wears on, with cheerful blackbirds, odd crows, one odd strangely guttural raven oddThey're all odd. They're ravens. and the familiar muted quark-quark of the toads in the reeds, causing ripples that might, on a different day, be mistaken for fishes'.

Last Day of the Season on the Saxon PondsThe second smallest (4'') porcupine quill Last Day of the Season on the Saxon PondsThe first and largest roach

We both catch at satisfying intervals, bumblers ponder around my boots, regular fish are held up to be admired by the other. The slightest of head-winds springs up so I switch to the next quill up, add an extra no. 6 at the top of the hook-link and work through fish, various, and 'Winter Spice' tea, last stewing of. Must get some more...

There's a light half-hearted shower, we fetch coats, discuss re-stocking plans, the rain doesn't last long, it seems as if it's rained because it had to, but its heart wasn't really in it. Around 4:30, while Pete is phoning home, I strike into a larger fish that flashes outwards, veers left and the hook comes out, I see the long gold blur, roach, crucian who knows. I say something ungentlemanly, thumb the hook suspiciously, touch it up to be on the safe side. Being one of nature's 'counters' (the bane of press-ganged cricket scorers...) I know crucians are ahead of roach, which in turn are pushing perch into third place, a reversal of the natural order of things in this cold water.

Last Day of the Season on the Saxon PondsSome of the cruciansLast Day of the Season on the Saxon PondsThe largest crucianLast Day of the Season on the Saxon PondsThe third smallest porcupine quill

Pete goes on about 5:30, I miss a bite by waving at the car crossing the dam, switch to a no.4 for the tell-tale and drop the quill size back to the 4" yellow-tip I started with. Time slows down, I can't tell if bites have eased off or not, but crus. and a few perches keep appearing and keep me at play until nearly 7pm. The roach make a last bid for the silver medal, pipping perch 13 to 10. Hah. I wonder if the key to catching the larger fish is no ground-bait, the first two fish were the largest. Once the hand-sized crus. are 'in', it all gets very busy. I tuck this observation away for later.

I tackle down in daylight, something I've done more often this year (I wonder why), the DT'Driving Technology''s wireless produces Lady Day's 'Blue Moon' for the roll home. Yeah, that works.

2022 - The 'wild carp' 22nd April 2022. The Upper Saxon Pond. Stock-Check.

The Saxon Ponds, Cole's PitchI started like this, struggled...The Saxon Ponds, Cole's Pitch...although it was a fine day...The Saxon Ponds, Cole's Pitch...switched to this, missed bites...

You don't often see a crow chasing a raven...

The Saxon Ponds, the fish of the dayThe first net of transferees, perch and roach excepting.The Saxon Ponds, the fish of the dayThe roach are really doing very wellThe Saxon Ponds, the fish of the dayOne of the second generation tench, perhaps 40oz or soThe Saxon Ponds, the fish of the dayThe roach are really doing very well

2022 - The 'wild carp' 8th May 2022. Workparty.

The usual pre-season path clearing, couple of north bank swim enlargements, spreading more bark-chippings over the well trodden areas. Nice to catch up with some of the lesser spotted dabblers. Loads of toadpoles in the margins, plenty of fishing moving. Interestingly, the low water levels have rendered the path unround the NW corner dry enough to keep the new season growth right down. This is normally a couple of hours work, now reduced to half-an-hour. Hm.

The Toadpoles' ProcessionThe toadpoles' procession The Toadpoles' ProcessionThe toadpoles' procession
Marginalised toadpolesMarginalised toadpolesMarginalised toadpolesMarginalised toadpolesMarginalised toadpolesView of the Top pond from the north-west cornerMarginalised toadpolesBluebell with the unnamed brook at the top of the pond.
The silt-trap pondThe silt-trap pondThe silt-trap pondThe silt-trap pondThe silt-trap pondThe silt-trap pond

The last three pictures are of the little silt-trap pond behind the Upper Pond, which has plentiful insect life, but no fish (as far as we know). It looks like the sort of spot for a mysterious carp pool...although a larger pool might drain the valley's wet meadows of their water and charm.

2022 - The 'wild carp' 9th May 2022. More Stock Relocation, some 41 crus. moved to the lower lake. Forgot to take my camera, sorry about that. Small TechnologyThe 'smart' 'phone. to the rescue.

The Upper Saxon PondsThe inevitable pitch The Upper Saxon PondsProbably the best of the crucians

2022 - The 'wild carp' 23rd May 2022. More Stock Relocation. Pete and JAA worked assiduously to relocate some 39 crus. and seven tenches to the lower pond. There were a few 'nuisance' fishes...

Saxon Ponds Crucian and its pitchThe inevitable pitch Saxon Ponds Crucian and its pitchOne of the better crucians, at 1lb 11oz
Saxon Ponds roach and tenches3lb 9oz, not the largest in the pond, but a fine hard-fighting fish.Saxon Ponds roach and tenchesJust a pretty fishSaxon Ponds roach and tenches2lb 11oz, I'm sure it was harder to land.

2022 - The 'wild carp' 27th May 2022. Yet More Stock Relocation, three crus. and four tenches moved to the lower pond. Oof.

Saxon Ponds Crucian and its pitchThe inevitable pitch, left hand side. Saxon Ponds Crucian and its pitchI like it when the meniscus in the surface film around the float is visible.
Saxon Ponds roach and tenchesOne of the bigger tench, as usual, pulled back hard.Saxon Ponds roach and tenchesJust a pretty fishSaxon Ponds roach and tenchesStill plenty of toadpoles in the water...
Saxon Ponds Crucian and its pitchWhile I'm not a fan of the tree-removal, the additional light has encouraged this lovely patch of comfrey. The bees very much like it, but none of them would pose for a picture. Saxon Ponds Crucian and its pitchI switched to the right hand side of the pitch...which fished as well as the left hand side...

Pete and I arrived midday-ish and the pond fished well for a couple of hours - we caught a few crucians, I nicked one off, there were some tench, several small ones. The pond was a picture in dappled sunlight and although, warm there was enough breeze to keep it pleasant. I got 'buzzed' by a giant wood-wasp which woke me up somewhat. Gradually 'non-roach' became few and further between and by half-five Pete had to go on and we had only three crus. (Pete returned one larger one) and four small tench in the stock-net. We had caught a lot of roach though.

I stayed on until 7:30, not quite that time I perhaps had another three or four roach and small perch. Slow work...which make it sound like a chore; on the contrary, it was an absolutely glorious afternoon.

2022 - The 'wild carp' 16th June 2022. Another Opening Day.

Although I’m generally up and moving by 7:30am, getting up at 3am seems increasingly outside the rabbit-proof fence. This said, everything being prepped on the eve, left only putting heat under the coffee pot, putting the resulting contents into the flask and nabbing breakfast from the fridge...bumping along the stony track, there is enough light to see a full-grown hare startled by the side-lights, dashing hither and yon in the insane way of hares. I pause, watch, forget to reach for the camera. Never before seen one here.

It’s hard to decide whether I prefer the camera’s determined attempts to take the picture it thinks I want, or the ST'Small Technology'. The smart phone.’s entirely reasonable pictures of the actual scene. I take a few snaps with both, loiter in the cool sepia-toned dawn, watch wraiths of mist glide across the pond and then, in near silence, slink around to the Semley bank. I pitch quietly, then with the light carp rod, fish for opening-day tench.

Dawn's early light - opening dayThe meadow, the sunrise and the inner lightDawn's early light - opening dayThe pondDawn's early light - opening dayThe track without its hare

After 30 minutes, I carefully miss a bite. After another 30 I strike optimistically at the first tench of the season. This turns out to be a small perch. Makes sense. Five minutes later comes tinca minor. Heh. Then tinca median 40oz or so, then tinca major at 54oz. The air is still cool enough that the water feels warm, so I decide it’s breakfast time. There are two hard-boiled eggs, two (technically) sandwiches, hunks of olive-bread crammed with a selection of smoked salamis and cheese slices, plus fresh Cairo coffee*.

Dawn's early light - opening dayIt's a small perch. Of course it's a small perch.Dawn's early light - opening daytinca minorDawn's early light - opening daytinca medianDawn's early light - opening daytinca major
Dawn's early light - opening day...a breeze blew the last spectres across the pond into my face, I was half-expecting them to develop teeth and shriek...

The day crept from grey to green, a breeze blew the last spectres across the pond into my face, I was half-expecting them to develop teeth and shriek. I glared balefully at a raven on the top-most dead branch of a tree opposite, which I suspected of eyeing up my sandwich.

Then the half-light was gone, the sun was up, Nick arrived, Terry arrived, the tench appeared to have left. I succumbed to the lure of the rolling crucians, got the light rod from the car and caught crucians on pinches of bread including one fine, but underfed looking fish. Pete came by on his rounds. I swapped banks to the shady side, my first pitch now in blazing sun.

Mid-morning sunshineThe smallest porcupine quillMid-morning sunshineThe left-hand pathMid-morning sunshine...Nick arrived, Terry arrived...Mid-morning sunshine...including one fine, but underfed looking fish

Jim turned up and ambled about getting into fishing mode, not before spotting a mass migration of toadlets amongst the comfrey and on closer inspection there were dozens of them, inching away from the pond.

Migrating tiny toads...a mass migration of toadlets amongst the comfrey... Migrating tiny toads...a mass migration of toadlets amongst the comfrey...

Nick, after a fine catch of crucians and roach did the same, heading for lunch and then the Bristol Avon. Terry caught three crayfish amongst scattered perches, roaches and crucians. Jim settled in my original pitch and started to extract tench that I'd neglected. Terry, having exhausted the crayfish, went on. I was lured by the prospect of a few more unplanned hours, so nipped of to the high-road shop for cold ginger beer, sandwiches and lemon cake, to sustain the inner anotherangler. I returned, edged the chair into semi-shade, fed-and-watered. Martin turned up and set about setting up. There were more crucians, the bankside temperature hit 27°C, a couple more tinca minors, some fine roaches, perches and a quantity of Arcadian musing. At about six bell, I hit some kind of barrier; heat/sufficient fish/too old for 3am alarm-calls. One of those...

Mid-morning sunshineThe right-hand pathMid-morning sunshineA fine roachMid-morning sunshineAnother fine crucianMid-morning sunshineThe left-hand path

...made farewells, headed over the hills and far away...

Hot though. Dam' hot.

...a constellation......a constellation...

* Made with a teaspoon of ground cardamom in with the coffee. Really rather good.

2022 - The 'wild carp' 1st July 2022. Stock Taking.

A stock-distribution visit with Pete, to the Saxon Pond. Anything under 6" or so got keep-netted and moved. Quite a cool overcast day and there was even a shower or two late afternoon and I slipped my coat on and then forgot to take it off. Have you noticed that the winds this years are quite cool (despite the hot sun) and a little more northerly than are typical? It's why the evenings are on the cool side.

Pete went on at about 5pm, by which time we'd moved 62 fish and the net was starting to refill, I stayed on, planning to fish to dusk, but fishing since noon for every bite left me scratchy and I was starting to miss the odd bite. Luckily I then nabbed this fine large crucian (below) on the first of my last casts, which kept me hovering over the rod for another hour. Well, you never know...

Between us we extracted some 131 fishes of the required size, one or three crucians that were better for staying where they were, a dozen small tench, plus a few roach that were comfortably over the 6" mark. Might be some fine roach fishing this winter.

Stock Taking at the Saxon PondsJust because it looks nice.Stock Taking at the Saxon PondsIt's just so GREEN this time of the year, it changes the light and feel of the place completely.Stock Taking at the Saxon PondsA shot of the meadow behind the Semley bank, straw coloured already.
Stock Taking at the Saxon PondsOne of the roach that wasn't taken downStock Taking at the Saxon PondsThe smallest roach I've seen this year.Stock Taking at the Saxon PondsA few of the crucians that weren't taken downStock Taking at the Saxon PondsOne of the roach that wasn't taken down
Stock Taking at the Saxon PondsThis really find fish was 1lb 10oz, but was perhaps underweight for its size. I checked the scales when I got home. Definitely 1lb 10oz. Stock Taking at the Saxon PondsKeepnets are 'non-u' these days but that said, there's something satisfying about taking a peek at the contents...some 69 fish...which were then re-located in the garden pond.

I sipped the flask's last Lap-Sang, messaged a request for grilled fish-fingers, sandwiches for the use of, popped 'Nightwish' on the DT'Driving Technology''s jukebox then zipped off along the lanes.

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You have reached the bottom of the page and the last trip to "the Saxon Ponds", which was on the July 1st 2022. Because this is a 'single venue page' and as I have the capability to extract all sorts of bits of information with a "criteria engine", here are some summary details.

There are 102 entries on this page, 91 of which involved fishing. There are many work-parties that went unrecorded, at least by me. During some of these visits I have nabbed at least: 1094 crucians, 267 roach, 230 perch, 137 tench, eight brown trout, three golden tench and one carp. This seems like an improbable number of crucians, but this is a total much dominated by several rod-and-line stock re-location expeditions targeting the small ones. The trout, along with a few pleasing roach, were caught on the couple of occasions I fished the River Nadder, which adjoins the pasture.

In addition there were times when I either caught too many fish to count (which seems unlikely) or did not bother to count them (which seems more likely), so there were: ten occasions when bunches of roach were caught, eight occasions when bunches of perch were caught, two occasions when bunches of crucians were caught, one occasion when a bunch of rudd was caught and one occasion when a bunch of tench was caught.

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