Dear Ed,
Please find below something which I intended to submit many months ago before completely forgetting about it, I've got some images to accompany it but don't know how to attach them so if it is of interest please drop me a line with "how to" and i'll send 'em over.
Appreciate that it might not be everyone's cup of tea though and won't be put out if it doesn't appear.
Best Regards,
Steve.
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What is it about urban waters that hold such a fascination for some anglers. or is it just me?
It’s a real privilege to spend the vast majority of my time on attractive waters which are often located in quiet, rural surroundings but I suspect that I’m not alone when I spot an urban water and dare my imagination to wander just a little.
But what gets us on to these waters and testing our imaginations against the reality?
Well in this case I’m probably being a touch fraudulent in that I have fished this particular water on and off from the age of nine and I am therefore working more from an acquired knowledge rather than my frequently over active imagination but the principle is roughly the same.
The venue itself is a stream fed and heavily silted small mill pool which sits just off of my local town centre, nestling between a league football ground to one side along with a retail park to the other, an Indian restaurant with beer garden borders the surrounding footpath and only a few yards away an industrial dry cleaning depot sits immediately behind the peg I fished on the day of writing this, which in turn churns out such vast amounts of steam on a cold winters day that it would rival a scene from the industrial revolution.
It’s on these sorts of days that you can appreciate, some one hundred and fifty years on, that maybe the scene is not such a far cry from the pools history where an eighteenth century mill once stood and the water would provide the power for its cotton doubling and thread manufacturing.
Despite the unlikely location of this particular ‘urban gem’
