The Tales household has packed its bags and gone fishing to a far land where the sun rises in the East, olives and lemons grow under the heat of the sun and handkerchiefs flutter in the breeze beneath the bows of a tree.
Our fishing forays to date this summer have not seen the line tighten as in years past, the mackerel are few and far between, the gilt head bream have danced away and the bass are still in deep water. With overcast skies and a predicted drop in temperature we have decided to head to warmer climes if nothing more than to recharge the batteries and watch a float bob on glistening waters.
The next month will be busy preparing vintage tackle and home wares for sale as it’s time to have a clear out so I hope you will drop by to see what’s on offer before we head to Chiswick Town Hall Auction and the Redditch Vintage Tackle Fair for the autumn.
As the evenings get shorter and the dew settles in the hollows it will be time to cast a long line for trout amongst the falling leaves on the indigo and ochre coloured waters, a reflection of the fabulous backdrop of trees as we near the close of the season at Robins Wood. For sure this season has passed all too quickly, have we been more discerning about our fishing, I’m not entirely sure, however we have fished better, travelled further, fishing small streams which have challenged us. We’ve not caught as much – it’s not just about catching fish, it’s the experiences, acquaintances, trial and error that makes it more enjoyable, we’ve learned a lot and met some great people along the way. We’ve changed some of our tackle, acquired smaller and lighter rods and reels, opting for some timeless classics by Abu, Farlow and Hardy and for young Tales.
So summer is not quite over, maybe a far flung cast is what it takes…