How Joe Strummer nearly became my neighbour
There was a time when Fishing Breaks didn't exist; it was simply a germ of an idea that bounced around in my head for a few years. Eventually I wrote a business plan. Of all the things I have ever written, or will likely write, I think it will remain my greatest work of fiction. I still have it. I should really frame those scruffy two pages of A4.
The essence of the idea was an American-style fishing lodge operation. You know the sort of thing: good beds. Hearty fare. The company of fellow devotees. And fishing on the doorstep. Now as you might imagine such places are hard to find in the prosperous chalkstream valleys. But I was lucky. I did find such a place. And so did, more extraordinarily, Joe Strummer of the Clash.
Born in Turkey in 1952 to colonial service parents John Graham Mellor had an odd route to musical fame via Egypt, Mexico, Germany and private schools. In his late teens his older brother committed suicide and traumatised, the less than academic Mellor as he liked to be called, headed to art school. That didn't last long as his anti-authoritarian traits surfaced so he took to earning a living busking, learning to play a second-hand ukulele right-handed even though he was left-handed. Via various London pub rock bands Joe Strummer as he restyled himself, formed the Clash with Mick Jones and Paul Simonon after a chance meeting in true punk style outside a dole (unemployment) office in 1976.
The late 70's and early 80's were the peak of the creative years. If the Sex Pistols had defined nihilism, the Clash offered hope as the recession, mass unemployment, the Falklands War and social unrest provided a harsh landscape against which the youth were expected to progress. In 1982 the Clash finally hit the big time when their fifth album Combat Rock was a million seller both sides of the Atlantic. Strummer was at last able to secure the mortgage he so badly wanted to buy a home. But somehow Strummer could not handle material success and once Jones left the band in 1983 the Clash were effectively over.
The following years read like the standard descent of a rock star, punk or otherwise: failed attempts to reform the band. A solo album. A try at acting and some film scores. All of which eventually bought him to The Old Farmhouse in Newton Stacey in 1991 with his wife Gaby and his daughters after one of them had found a syringe in a London playground. And it was here we might have been neighbours, for the next door was the Manor House to the Newton Stacey Estate, at the confluence of the Test and Dever, the perfect fishing lodge location. But for no particular reason it wasn't to be a happy ending. I didn't take the lease, so Fishing Breaks guests missed out on being serenaded to the lyrics of London Calling until the early hours.
And it was not a happy ending for Joe Strummer. The escape to the country was no balm to his failing marriage. Even though he set up a home studio, jamming in the garden to the perplexment of the villagers and became a regular in The Swan, the relationship broke up. But clearly the countryside had done something for Strummer's soul for after returning to London in 1993 he was back in another Hampshire village in 1995, finally putting down his roots in Somerset two years later where, at the age of fifty he died sitting on his sofa of a congenital heart condition.
PS Huge thanks to Mike Powell from Chilbolton for reminding me of the Newton Stacey connection and a long-forgotten bit of punk rock history.
The Wheelabrator is no more
Happy news. The Wheelabrator, a giant waste processing plant about the size of Battersea Power Station, that was proposed for a site beside the River Test just north of the A303 at Longparish is no more. Last week the US energy firm withdrew the application for good.
#bintheincinerator was the second success for the locality who five years ago fought off a proposal for a cluster of eight wind turbines which would have been the tallest in Europe. As a certain politician once said, rejoice!
It was a great triumph for the local group who circled the waggons when the application appeared from out of the blue. By fund raising to employ experts well versed in these matters, along with support from organisations such as the national Campaign to Protect Rural England and local interest groups like the Test & Itchen Association, the application was soon holed below the waterline.
But in saying that it is a great triumph for us here in the Test valley the sadness is that others will not be so lucky. The valedictory press statement from the US firm had a sting in the tale, stating the "waste-to-energy market is extremely buoyant" and the firm would continue to focus on its other projects in the UK. Next up for local opposition is the proposal for 6,000 new homes in the Itchen valley ......
Podcast No. 2
The new episode of The Fishing Cast is now live. Charles and I chat about the benefits (or not) of beavers, the effects of the floods on the season ahead (Blue Winged Olive alert) and how social media is changing fishing for good and ill. And, of course, your comments and feedback.
Click here to listen or serach for The Fishing Cast via you usually podcast provider.
From the Avon to the Tiber
How many chalkstreams would you cross if you walked from Salisbury to Rome? Well, we may well find out soon as Tom Davies, ex Chief Executive of the Test & Itchen Association and currently involved with the Wessex Rivers Trust and his wife Julie are about to set out on the 1600-mile pilgrimage.
I have had a look at the map and depending on how they plan the route from Wiltshire to Kent the number is somewhere between 10 and 15 on the English leg starting with the Avon and ending with the Dour which runs into the sea at Dover.
In France I think Tom and Julie will be slightly too far east for most of the Gallic chalkstreams excepting the Seine, the world's most southerly, that they could cross somewhere around the Champagne region.
The trek is to raise money for three local charities including The Wessex Rivers Trust. Click here to give your support.
River Seine trout
Back in the fold
After an absence of two years I'm delighted to welcome back Mulberry Whin into the Fishing Breaks fold. As many of you will know the Driffield Beck in Yorkshire is part of the planet's most northerly chalkstream catchment, the Beck often described as 'the Itchen of the north'.
We had some tremendous fun up there back in 2017 filming for CHALK, even though our guest angler who had travelled all the way from Germany for the day, managed to immerse himself completely in his excitement to net a fish. The current cover of the brochure features Marina Gibson and the trailer has one of my favourite drone shots from the entre film as she hooks a fish.
As ever no theme this week other than tangentially the Newsletter topics. It is just for fun, with answers at the bottom of the page.
1) Which is the longest river in Italy?
2) What is the main mineral element of chalk?
3) Which book, of which only four original copies survive, is housed in Salisbury Cathedral?
Have a good weekend.
Simon Cooper firstname.lastname@example.org
Founder & Managing Director
1) River Po
3) The Magna Carta of 1215