In the past few months the question of when will I go fishing again changed to will I ever fish again, such have been the trials and tribulations of a difficult period.
But things have started to get brighter and along with the summer type weather and an easing of restrictions (I don't see them any different from the previous guideline, stay local) I was eager to get out. But with club waters chockablock, local beaches busy with swimmers and paddleboarders and my estate lake not opening for a couple of days, where could I go? On my bucket list this year is to catch a wrasse and the only spot in the Southeast is Samphire Hoe, a good twenty miles away which I wasn't comfortable with, but needs must on this particular day. An amazing country and wildlife park constructed using the 5 million cubic tonnes of rock excavated making the channel tunnel. It's the coastline full of boulders that's the attraction to wrasse, the nearest thing we have to the Southwest coastline along Devon and Cornwall where the species thrives.
The venue has a reputation of being a tackle graveyard so amongst other things stuck at home I made some homemade weights courtesy of Whitstable beaches and paperclips for an easy release if snagged.
I also made up some stand off boom rigs to lower down the steep wall.
I expected with summer temperatures, clear blue sky a number of anglers along the one mile stretch, it was deserted, maybe they knew something I didn't!
Travelled light with an Avon rod and a lure rod.
Locally harvested limpets and some shop bought ragworm provided the bait and for the next six hours only the crabs were interested.
Just to my left was the sight of a recent landslide that luckily had nobody on the beach at the time.
Is this a new method for immigrants crossing the channel?
So home having blanked, wasn't as disappointed as I'd usually be, to sit in warm sunshine watching the ferries making the short trip to France was a real tonic.
Roll on 48 hours and April One brings fools day and the opening of the estate lake, I arrived at 8am expecting to see a few members present but there was just one who had already netted a nice carp. I fished worm over a bed of chopped worm and dead reds using a light setup with a Crystalight rod.
The other member had one more carp and packed up at 10-30, By then I had a few decent sized bream and a number of skimmers and a half decent perch.
Took a break and walked around the lake and spotted a few of the regulars.
By 12-30 the temp. had dropped a degree or two and the wind got stronger, after the 24 degrees of the past couple of days it felt freezing and with a shiver it seemed good time to call it a day.
I found the daffs easier on the eye than the bream.