Morespiders
Senior Member
Went with Corker and Posh on the Ribble on Friday afternoon, seeing what the weather was like on Thursday and early Friday, it was with some trepidation we set out on Friday afternoon, still p----g down.
We met Corker at the designated spot, his huge grinning, stupid face, meeting us.
Follow me, after another 10 minutes we arrived at the carpark, this is it lads, what is?.
Still pouring down we got togged up trying to keep dry which was pointless.
So off we went, across muddy fields, with the Ribble valley far far below us looking like the Colarado river from the rim of the Grand Canyon.
We were informed about the walk, 30mins, but not about the depth of mud in the water sodden fields, anyway after 30 minutes of skidding and sliding, (it was all downhill) a very steep downhill, we arrived at the bottom.
Knackered.
The Ribble looked like The Zambesi in the rainy season abouteight feet up,Posh looked at me and threw bach his head, I rolled my eyes.
WTF have we come here for, Im 60 now and not to much longer to live, and even shorter to live if you slip anywhere.
First swim we come to i really fancied from the point of view, i would not have to walk any further, but being the inquisitive kind though , go further down river see if i could find anywhere better, somewhere where it wasnt raining and was sunshining.
Posh and Corker found swims i carried on another 100 yds and found a swim with a nice eddy.
By now i had had enough, put my banksticks in set one rod up and cast halfheartedly in.
Minute later a tree came down, when i say a tree i mean aTREE, stopped midriver, turned and came back with the eddy through my swin and caght on the bank 20 yds upriver, by this time i had to pull my banksticks back another 2 yds it was rising that rapidly, the tree again left the shelter of the bank and sailed merrily down river to the sea.
We met Corker at the designated spot, his huge grinning, stupid face, meeting us.
Follow me, after another 10 minutes we arrived at the carpark, this is it lads, what is?.
Still pouring down we got togged up trying to keep dry which was pointless.
So off we went, across muddy fields, with the Ribble valley far far below us looking like the Colarado river from the rim of the Grand Canyon.
We were informed about the walk, 30mins, but not about the depth of mud in the water sodden fields, anyway after 30 minutes of skidding and sliding, (it was all downhill) a very steep downhill, we arrived at the bottom.
Knackered.
The Ribble looked like The Zambesi in the rainy season abouteight feet up,Posh looked at me and threw bach his head, I rolled my eyes.
WTF have we come here for, Im 60 now and not to much longer to live, and even shorter to live if you slip anywhere.
First swim we come to i really fancied from the point of view, i would not have to walk any further, but being the inquisitive kind though , go further down river see if i could find anywhere better, somewhere where it wasnt raining and was sunshining.
Posh and Corker found swims i carried on another 100 yds and found a swim with a nice eddy.
By now i had had enough, put my banksticks in set one rod up and cast halfheartedly in.
Minute later a tree came down, when i say a tree i mean aTREE, stopped midriver, turned and came back with the eddy through my swin and caght on the bank 20 yds upriver, by this time i had to pull my banksticks back another 2 yds it was rising that rapidly, the tree again left the shelter of the bank and sailed merrily down river to the sea.