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No need to rush (Entry 126)

Saturday had passed me by in a blur and it was already nearing lunchtime on Sunday. As long as I made it to the river for mid afternoon I would be happy. 628 more words

Pleasure Fishing

Derwent Days

Spent the day in a couple of new swims on the Derwent today with Mr C.  As usual we got there well before daylight.  The river had risen a bit over the last day due to the snow melt.   465 more words

Simon Brough

Last cast syndrome: A point in favour (Entry 124)

My breath was clearly visible as I exhaled, the force of which sent plumes of vapour twisting skyward. The ground had stood little chance against Jack Frost; frozen solid in time. 969 more words

Pleasure Fishing

She really is mine...

Lola is such a drama queen. Last night I started packing up Christmas, not because I necessarily wanted to, but because I knew if it stayed out much longer I would be trying to dust tiny baby Jesus and would most likely break the little guy. 191 more words


Know Your Type

I know who I am. I’m what the gay culture calls a “Chub” which I truly hate. I hate the name. To me, it has a negative connotation. 192 more words