Carp Fishing Articles

From The Privvy – Chapter Three

Moor Flung Dung We returned from our holiday in late August, just in time to get a new reservoir permit, but unfortunately didn't return to our apartment in Pockfulham. Instead we went to a new one in Repulse Bay, our furniture and personal belongings had all been moved for us while we were on holiday.

Ducks And Other Little Things

Early evening, after a long, hot day and the consumption of a full flask of coffee, a six pack of Diet Coke and a litre or two of lemonade, Hubby was desperate to reduce the pressure. 'It's no good,' he said. 'I've got to have a sprinkle. Look the other way for a minute.' As

A Change Is As Good As A Rest

There comes a point in everyone's life that there has to be change to overcome the mundane similarities of day to day living and of course weekend to weekend leisure. The familiar becomes mundane and hackneyed, much like the title of this article, and the only hope to regain that momentum we call enthusiasm is

From The Privvy – Chapter Two

Hoo Flung Dung? My first sight of Hong Kong was when I woke up on a wet miserable morning, I looked out of the porthole in my cabin and saw mountains, there won't be any carp lakes up there, I thought. I got out of bed, got dressed and went out on the deck. What

Nashcake!

Found out by accident that Nashy's flavourings make exceedingly good cakes. My sons had used up all my cake flavourings, for their boilie experiments, before carefully replacing the empties so I wouldn't find out. Faced with a basic madeira and no vanilla essence I visited their bait cupboard and found some little bottles with Kevin