The fishing in West Norfolk and the Fens is really wonderful; in winter I can have entire lakes, drains and rivers all to myself and can wander off to fish places where there are no footprints. Well, not footprints from people anyway.
No matter what mother nature throws at you in terms of weather or angling success, if your eyes are open, an expedition is always a spectacle with the skies, landscape and wildlife.
The boss comes in summer to read beneath the umbrella making it like a scene from an impressionist painting; the good thing is it does get the boss out of the turret and into the fresh air.
It's been twenty-eight long years since the last tench came to the net so I'll have to make do with pike and perch and below is a nice fat perch that was returned to the water get even fatter.