It is difficult to comprehend where the time has gone since I last wrote a post for this blog. The Easter break seems to have passed in the blink of an eye, the last day of coarse fishing season I noted but didn’t get a chance to get to the river even when it’s yards from my home. The start of the official trout season is underway however young Tales has notched up as many trout as his motor racing idol has won rounds of the F1 World Championship.
Over the Easter break we took to the shores of Suffolk and saw first hand the productivity of some of the fishing marks that one reads about in Sea Angler magazine. A ticking off from young Tales ensued as having decided not to pack a rod as I didn’t think we’d have time, I was to be proved wrong. Arriving at Southwold on a turning tide I was to be escorted up to the end of the pier to see a couple of old salts land flatties on a cocktail of lug tipped with squid, ‘I told you to pack a rod’ exclaimed young Tales.
Interestingly enough where we stayed on the outskirts of Ipswich the hotel has a small brook that winds through the grounds. Fast darting shadows indicated that natural browns were resident in the clear waters. Each morning young Tales would head out of the French windows to run down a lush grass bank covered in a thick morning dew to stand on a wooden bridge to search the waters for fish.
We will return to this coastline which is of such historical importance to fish it later in the year, the rods will be packed for sure.