Monday, 31 December 2012

A Happy New Year!

We end the year with no sign of a let up in the weather which has filled the land to capacity with water and so much so that springs have formed in unexpected places, fields have found themselves as waterbird paradises, the rivers just can't fall or clear and people are suffering extreme Seasonal Adjustment Disorder. The winter river season looks like it might never happen unless we get a cold northerly blow that dries the air and freezes the ground solid till March, effectively stopping the flow in its tracks.

Sunday, 23 December 2012

The Winter River Season — So Far!

The River Sowe at Longford, Coventry. It's been over its banks three or four times in recent months and whenever it's been contained within them it's been only just. Longford Park was underwater at one point and I've never seen that happen before. Even my spaniels were amazed by the transformation of their daily haunt.

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Publishing A Fishing Book — Trojan Torpedo! Bail out!

Happily slaving away Sunday evening and things are going very well. All the front matter done and dusted, the introduction and 7 chapters complete with illustrations and the layout all set up for full bleed, perfect page design, footers and headers all working as they should and all I have to do now is keep going till the end, save it as as big pdf file and send off for the first proof copy hopefully by end of January.

Wednesday, 12 December 2012

This Winter ~ It's Gonna be Rock Hard...!

Met Office severe weather warnings for your amusement...

Nice little Helmet we're wearing at the moment, but...

It gets worse....

Oh yes! It's a full blown hard on by Saturday!

All we need now is a Ireland sprouting pubes and a 
spurt of spunk in the general direction of Norway 
and the schoolboys amongst us are made up...

The Weatherman... Don't you just love him? 

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Publishing a Fishing Book — Nose to the Grindstone

It's almost a year now since I last communicated progress on this subject, but there's been good reason to shelve it for a while and come back afresh not least of which is the need to see it anew and not through blinkered eyes. Without putting it to bed for a while I found it almost impossible to read it, and more importantly receive it,  just as anyone else would — all I could see were thousands of words sprouting into a massive tangle of meanings, none of which I could appreciate being far too close up to the subject matter.