Surface tension for sun worshippers: chasing carp from the top
I’m not a sun worshipper, not with my delicate Irish skin. I crisp like burnt potatoes, dry out rapidly like a jellyfish stranded on a beach. I find myself wishing for any of the many types of rain we have back home, hitting my skin and exploding into little balls […]
Parr’s Diary – Season’s Opening, June 2017
It seemed so straightforward. All we needed was a small lake or pond, preferably quiet, hopefully natural, but definitely home to a tench or two. Ideally there would be a lily pads and overhanging trees, with a grass snake slipping through the marginal reeds, a song thrush singing and a […]
Friday Allan’s Fangler (FAF) – June 2017: the feeding of the 250,000 (and more)…
The feeding of the 250,000 Fishpool is properly pooped. To be honest, I wasn’t going to bother with Glastonbury this year, the line-up was alright but the atmosphere hasn’t been the same since the early 80’s. It was real back then, with proper musicians whose heads weren’t up their own […]
Parr’s Diary – (May) Thank heavens for the Glorious 16th!
It is easy to forget how close we live to the sea. Our cottage faces south, but is tucked into a fold of the West Dorset hills and we need to climb a few hundred feet in order to glimpse saltwater. Occasionally, with an inshore breeze, there is the faintest […]
Parr’s Diary – April 2017
It rained on the 30th. Not quite the persistent pour that had been forecast, but a significant drop nonetheless. This news shouldn’t really warrant a mention, but April has been desperately dry, certainly down here in Dorset. In fact, in my father’s garden, where he keeps a daily check on […]
Friday Allan’s Fangler (FAF) – May 2017
What colour are YOU? Thankfully, it should all be over by the time you read this. And it’s fair to say that we’ve not suffered Election Fever so much as a horrible, hacking cough. Political campaigns aren’t even dressed up these days – no pretence, let’s just hurl mud at […]