Many of you will have read Malc Bason’s account of his trip to Vaumigny in the Loire valley. I had originally written an article detailing my long weekend at this lake as a precursor to Malc’s trip. However due to Graham’s filing system throwing a wobbler it disappeared into cyber space. So it was with some surprise, four months later, to receive an email from Graham asking me to rewrite it taking in to account Malc and co’s adventures. So here we are, several months after my trip enjoying(?) another British summer.
Bob and Franck get down to some serious drinking
I have been fishing in France every year for the last 15 or so years. I speak French reasonably well without being totally fluent. In all those years and thousands of miles driven and pounds spent I have yet to catch a forty. Come close a few times, seen loads, may have even hooked a few but c’est la vie.
It was on the way back a few years ago, from another trip chasing shadows on an inland ocean, that I realised I wasn’t enjoying what I was doing, so I called on a friend of mine who lives in Chartres an over several beers I explained my disenchantment. His advice was to take a drive down to a lake he knew near Ch
