Spring has sprung

Hi all, just been on the blower to John and it seems things are really happening over at the lake.

The trees have decided its time to start sprouting and the colours are starting to come out ,totally transforming the scene on the bankside in readiness for the warmer months.

The fish have been lively and being well fed with a diet of pellet and boilie. John has had a couple of evening sessions lasting less than an hour catching fish to just below 20lb and having a hook pull on a fish he described as ” turbo charged”. This bodes well for the lads coming down with me in May as if these results are anything to go by they could be beating their pb’s early in the week .

The siret number has been confirmed and will be placed on the homepage in the near future.

John has just finished grouting the floor in the new kitchen area so looks as though i will be going home a few pounds heavier after our visit.

The pop ups and wafters + food dips have been ordered from DNA and will be travelling down with myself unless any lucky anglers manage to get some time to visit before then, in which case they will be there waiting.

Finally for now the sausage fingered typist has been testing his new found computing skills ( ha ha ) with the design of a flyer. After numerous attempts to follow directions on a number of websites and howls of laughter from my son at the disgraceful use of highly colourful language, it was suggested that maybe the best way forward was to make the mile trip into the village to the printers and let them do it. Why didn’t i think of that and save myself the now continuous ribbing i have to endure at the hands of my understanding family.

A trip to the printers and “of course we can do that for you sir” was just what i wanted to hear , although i was soon back to earth with ” oh, if you have a photo you would like us to put on there you can e-mail it to us “, I’m sure they are in league with my lad. Four attempts later , with the first three going without photos attached i had to resort to the ” pleeeease help me son, and go through the” i can’t help being thick ” routine, with my wife shouting from downstairs ” if you hit those keys any harder you will be through the ceiling and sat with me ” joke. Sometimes i think that if i understood everything they were saying about me i would probably have some sort of complex.

Anyway I’m dropping by the printers in the morning to see if they have managed to get a proof sorted to get this show on the road.

Steve