Typically this week the weather has blown, rained and shone upon West Norfolk so that's nothing different from last week although the conditions haven't been quite as violent and on Friday morning the two terriers and I were able to enjoy a 'mackerel sky' on our early morning walk. I think that it's a 'mackerel sky' anyway.
As always at this time of year preserving continues apace with the unbelievable crop of tomatoes being turned into passatta for sauces to add to casseroles, pizzas and pasta.
Because of the Covid Pandemic we were sent wrong tomato plants, we complained and they couldn't tell us what they are but the crop of beef tomatoes has been quite unbelevable, the 'rogue' plants have yielded pound after pound after pound of fantastic meaty tomatoes. So much so that we aren't mixing them but keeping the varietals separate because the tastes are all delicious but different.
Well it is September and the start of my fishing season although all of my outings for the next four weeks are really reconnaissance outings hunting for predator hideaways where the Pike, Perch and Zander live, never mind it's all very exciting.
Sadly the owner of one venue has died and the son doesn't want fishermen on the farmland but you say thank you, are pleasant and wish them all the best. I'm lucky enough to have two new relatively unfished venues to fish and test and one of the farms seems happy about guests so Bure Boy can come and work his magic at some point this winter.
I've painted the outside of the Bosses' studio and now only the facia boards need to be replaced with fresh sealed timber, a weekend job I think. I've also repainted the gold Roman numerals that are engraved on the porch at the front of the house, good old acrylic gold paint it's a brilliant medium.
A friend, who is a retired builder has offered to re-profile the top of the portico so that's going to be an offer that is taken up, he said that the lack of consistency form irritates him so who am I to disagree?
I had an hour and a half fishing down the river and enjoying the beauty of small things, the small things being Rudd, Roach, Bream and Perch more importantly the roving brief helped find some new areas where there were perch moving so here's hoping a little planning pays off. Oh, and all of the fish were taken on old-fashioned punched bread, I'm back for another reconnaissance next week.
While I was fishing a new 'noise' was moving overhead, the riders on the storm, and it proved to be a group of three B52s that had flown all the way from their base in North Dakota for an exercise off the coast of Norway.
They were refuelled by tankers from the 'Bloody 100th' ARW based at RAF Mildenhall and no doubt they'd landed there to refuel the aircrew as well as the giant aircraft. Sadly I couldn't get the third aircraft into the photograph because the 'vic' formation was a bit loose.