Mum all settled in a lovely care home just round the corner from us in Sheffield.
So life is gradually getting back to normal or as normal as it's ever been.
The ammers survived-just,six weeks to the start of the new fishing season and the World Cup on the horizon so life's on the up,'spose I'd better get a job.

Relocation relocation.

So here I am in deepest Naaaaaaaarfolk looking after my ailing old Mum.
Great place if you're over 75,I'm quite the dashing young blade around here.
Mum's really not great so I don't know how long I'll be here,I think the care-home beckons.............but I'll do the right thing by the old girl.

Tough times though.

Bleedin ell.

EVERY time I get time off of work we get more snow.
Less than 3 weeks to the end of the river season and I haven't been out for bleedin ages.
Half of me is thinking: "put the gear away 'til the summer"and the other half is thinking:"Weather might be better later in the week."

Football's on the up though,first back to back wins since the old King was on the throne aaaaaaaand 5 goals for and none against.Just the small matter of Man.U away tomorrow night to deal with now.

I used to love winter......................................

In the deep mid winter.............

Now I love the snow,always have since I was a nipper,but this lot is beginning to outstay it's welcome.
No fishing of course,I daren't even move the van as our road is one very steep ski jump.
Managed to walk to work though.
Football's not exactly cheering me up neither,forums are still buzzing with who's going to buy my beloved ammers:JUST GET ON WITH IT!,or we'll end up losing our best players in the Jan. sales.
Anyway a belated HNY to all my reader(s)!

See ya Dad.

Not been out fishing lately as family matters have taken over.
Lost my old man on Saturday(28/11)after a long old illness.
He never quite got my passion for fishing and I can remember him saying:"So,you go out for days and nights on end in all weathers,and if you catch a fish you take a picture,weigh it and put it back?"Me:"Yeah that's about it,bit like you knocking a little white ball around the countryside trying to put it in a little hole ,really."

We never did do that golfing/fishing holiday in Ireland.
Still blowing bubbles Dad.

Swans and mad old biddys.

Down on the Trent again for an overnighter from Tues-Weds,complete and utter blank not even a bleedin Bream.
Did manage a p.b. swan though as one flew straight into my line,eventually afte 5 or 6 anglers getting all enviromental with landing nets and calls to the RSPCA the daft beast untangled itself and then came back to gloat and try to stare me out.
A ver posh old bint took exception to the placement of my bivvy as it disturbed her direct line trajectory on her morning constitutional,she had to walk round it,poor old deluded biddy.Despite immense provocation I managed to supress my socialist instincts and sailor boys vocabulary and took my temper out by casting a four ounce feeder almost into the trees on the far bank.
Hey ho,beats working.

Salad days

Went down for the day again on Monday(2/11)and found a completely different river from last week,it was about 3 feet up and rising,coloured and with a good flow.Couldn't wait to get the rods out.Within an hour I must have had 6lb of weed on the bank,unbelievable amounts of salad.
Stuck at it though and ended up with 6 barbel best being 7 1/2 lb.Absolutely certain I would have had a lot more if the fish could have found the bait
When I packed up there was so much weed on the bank it looked like the tide had gone out at Southend!