A Worm by the Tale

Keith swung round my way yesterday afternoon spouting what I thought was some cock and bull story about how he'd discovered some bylaw clause that allowed us to fish the Avon right up till March 31st so we could actually get in a little very late season barbelling if we abandoned our plans for perch fishing at Weston Lawns and went to Stratford instead.

Turns out he was right! You can indeed fish the river, but only with female lobworms as no other bait is permissible. You live and learn...

Stratford was its usual lovely self and with spring surprisingly well advanced there due to the balmy subtropical climate caused by all that hot air spouted by the local luvvies. It was so nice that Keith even took off his sunglasses at one point and I discovered that he actually has eyes and one of them is good. We didn't catch any barbel, I'm sorry to say, but we both had bream and plenty of them, in fact I broke my personal best for the species with a three pound two ounce specimen ~



Of course we wound up in the Dirty Duck after close of play and there downed five or six pints each of Stickett Upham Brewery's Hogwash Ale before driving home at great speed up and down the A46 to Coventry, via Evesham.