Pick your poison: the party manifestos on water examined

 

Greetings! I must admit I am surprised how little debate there has been during this General Election campaign on water issues. That said, the Liberal Democrats – sensing blood in the water (or should that be s**t?) in the southern counties - are going big on sewage in their target seats including many that are home to famous chalkstreams. There is one Conservative MP for whom I think the net is closing who has exhibited bovine stupidity when it comes to water. Back last summer I briefed her on a visit to the River Meon when she rather surprised me by saying that our rivers are in better condition today than any time in the past 30 years. I looked at her goggle-eyed assuming I had misheard. Later on, she repeated the same claim, at which point I gave her chapter and verse as to why this was assuredly not the case. At the end of the visit, I told her, that if she wanted to retain her seat, she should never repeat her clean water claim ever again. She looked at me with pure disdain. Fast forward to canvassing by the same MP last weekend, the now candidate, when asked on the doorstep about her stance on sewage did at least not repeat the same claim but dodged a direct answer instead announcing with great pride that the otters are returning in greater than ever numbers. That may well be true, but that is due to a law enacted in the late 1980’s. Frankly if she loses, she has nobody to blame but herself.

As to the larger picture, I have read the party manifestos so you do not have to. The easy bit is that Reform and the SNP have nothing on water whilst Plaid Cymru are brief, proposing a technical devolution of oversight of the industry from the UK government to the Senedd. The Green Party are full on proponents of renationalisation and giving £1.5bn in extra funding to DEFRA for the Environment Agency and Natural England.  Of the three main parties in England and Wales it is the Libel Democrats who have the most fully worked up policies. Without going into all the details of which the most eye catching is a Sewage Tax on water company profits, the direction of travel is best summarised by the headline statement that reads, “End the sewage scandal by transforming water companies into public benefit companies, banning bonuses for water bosses until discharges and leaks end, and replacing Ofwat with a tough new regulator with new powers to prevent sewage dumps.” The Conservative manifesto pledges to bring the water companies to heel by banning executive bonusses in the case of certain criminal breaches and using fine income for restoration projects. I addition they say they will, “… reform the ‘Price Review’ regulatory process for water companies. This will consider how we move to a more localised catchment-based and outcome-focused approach, that better utilises nature-based solutions and further strengthens sanctions for water companies that fail to deliver for the public, coasts and rivers.” Yes, I have not got any idea what that means either. Finally, and perhaps most importantly if the polls are accurate, the Labour Party proposes to put failing water companies under special measures to clean up water, give regulators new powers to block the payment of bonuses to executives who pollute waterways bringing criminal charges against persistent law breakers. They will impose automatic and severe fines for wrongdoing and ensure independent monitoring of every outlet.

Where does that leave you, the voter, if voting purely on water policy? Clearly, the bonus thing is a common theme but that is simply dog whistle politics that will have little practical impact. On the question as to who should own the water companies, both Conservative and Labour are silent. My view is that it really does not matter who owns the companies but rather how they are run and regulated. In Northern Ireland the industry remains nationalised and the pollution record is considerably worse than in the mainland UK. Wales has not-for-profit companies with no better outcomes than anywhere else. Colleagues around Europe where you can find all manner of ownership models, tell me the water quality issues are very much the same as our own.  So, assuming no change in ownership, it will be regulation that is the key for the UK which has effectively followed a hybrid capitalist model in the past two decades that tries to balance the need for profit with both cheap water and environmental protection. In two of these three the model has clearly failed: some water companies are on the brink of bankruptcy whilst the remainder do not have the money or incentive to spend on infrastructure whilst the state of the rivers is beyond the pale, unless of course you happen to be a certain Conservative MP. The only winner, at least judged in a pecuniary sense, has been the consumer with cheap water bills. It is heartening to see that the issue of the regulator does feature in the manifestos, though I am not sure the Green proposal for throwing more money at already failing bodies would help. The real point and addressed in part by the Liberal Democrats is that Ofwat, the Environment Agency and Natural England do not operate independently. The choices they make and the decisions they hand down are strictly defined by the brief set by the government. That brief, if we are to spend the money required on bigger and better sewage plants, new reservoirs, desalination plants and a national grid of water can only come through increased water bills. Nobody seems prepared to speak that hard truth and nor does anyone address that other elephant in the room that 40% of all river pollution is due to agriculture. Based on this paucity of truth I suspect that for our rivers, whoever walks down Downing Street on the morning of 5/July, the manifesto pledges will make little difference. An unusual McNabb I had forgotten the pleasure of downstream wet fly; just lob it out there and let the river do the rest. It took a golf trip to southern Ireland to remind me of this long lost skill (sic) where, with a certain rat-like cunning I had arranged the itinerary for morning golf and afternoon fishing. I spent many of my late teenage years fishing on the west coast in Ireland, drifting for hours on lochs with the occasional foray to the tea coloured rivers where I caught my first ever Atlantic salmon. So, last week when a friend from overseas, on a visit to England for a wedding persuaded me that a side trip to south-west Ireland to sample the golf courses of Kerry, Killarney and Cork was a wise idea I hatched the above plan.

Caragh Lake Frankly, I had no idea there were such an array of high end courses and that there was such a huge industry surrounding them, largely due it seems to the vast number of Americans who account for 95% of visitors paying for a single round what the locals pay for annual membership. It is remarkable – at every course luxury coaches (and sometimes helicopters) lined up to disgorge excited parties who fall upon the branded merchandise like locusts, stripping the shelves before heading to the first tee where the caddies did passable imitations of the antics of those made famous in the 1980 movie Caddyshack starring Chevy Chase, Rodney Dangerfield and Bill Murray. The first hotel, of gorgeous Art and Crafts design, which left you feeling like a guest in Daphne du Maurier’s Manderley, looked over Caragh Lake with Ireland’s tallest mountain range, the McGillicuddy Reeks, as a backdrop. I was assured that the fish were both small and scarce (half the prediction would turn out to be true ….), but undeterred I took the oars and headed out putting on a fly of indeterminate origin, somewhere between and Daddy Long Legs and spider. The old skills of drifting with the wind along the shoreline soon came back though I have to confess the first fish was caught as I trolled the line when moving the boat. As predicted it was small, as were the following four who all rose to my leggy spider. It was a happy hour. River Currane Two days later I was 75 miles southwest within casting distance of the Atlantic on the short River Currane (just half a mile long) that flows from Lough Currane to empty into Ballinskelligs Bay at Waterville. My first attempts at securing the fishing in the grounds of the hotel were rebuffed: the water is too low I was told. I pondered this for a while and then went to find the owner in the kitchen, explaining that, though it might seem odd to them, this Englishman was perfectly content to take his chances with the brown trout. I suspect more to humour me that anything else, my pleadings were accepted. Two hours later, with twenty five fish to my name including ten small sea trout, known as juners locally, and one salmon, the first of the year at Waterville House, I was to become something of celebrity at the hotel, not least because the large window of the bar overlooked the river. To be honest, nobody was more shocked by the outcome than me. Anticipating just trout I had tied on a size 16 Gold Ribbed Hares Ear with a bead on a light tippet; had a salmon been a possibility I would certainly have gone a different route. But such are the vagaries of fly fishing – success comes in the strangest ways in the most unlikely manner sometimes so I stuck with my chalkstream faithful until the squally rain of early evening drove me inside. A birdie of the golf variety, a salmon, sea trout and brown trout in a single day is a variation on a McNab I never expected and will probably never repeat.

Quiz The normal random collection of questions inspired by the date, events or topics in the Newsletter. It is just for fun with answers at the bottom of the page. 1)     Who celebrated a golden jubilee on this day is 1887? 2)     How many general elections have there been in the UK this century? 3)  Racing began at what is now Ascot Racecourse in 1711 but when did the Royal Enclosure come into being? A) 1722 B) 1822 C) 1922

Have a good weekend.  Best wishes,

Simon Cooper simon@fishingbreaks.co.uk Founder & Managing Directorwww.fishingbreaks.co.uk

Quiz answers: 1)     Queen Victoria 2)     Six. 2001. 2005. 2010. 2015. 2017. 2019 3)     1822

The Klinkhammer at 40

 

Greetings! When I heard Hans van Klinken, the inventor of the Klinkhåmer, was writing a book about his creation I knew we were in for a mighty tome. As the postman hefted the review copy on to my desk I was proved correct as 350 pages, containing 675+ photos, landed with a thud. How did I know? Well, I have known Hans for many years. He sometimes weighs in on topics I cover in this newsletter and when, if you recall, over a thousand of you readers voted the Klinkhåmer The Greatest Fly of All Time I contacted him for a pithy quote. Back came a 36 page history of the Klinkhåmer …..

Hans van Klinken

It is a remarkable thing to invent a fly that circumvents the globe. In recent times Frank Sawyer did it with his pheasant tail nymph and Lee Wulff with his eponymous super buoyant dries. To be fair to Hans the book might be long, but it is far from just the history of the Klinkhåmer which celebrates its fortieth birthday this year which takes 70 pages of the book, but also about Hans’ fishing life, thoughts on how fish see flies and tying in general. It is a book of great beauty, with gorgeous photos of Hans fishing across Scandinavia, Slovenia and Mongolia all in the name of field testing The Klink which, for all its success, is still a work in progress. It is not a cheap book at £50 but aside from the technical fly tying stuff it is thought provoking and will make you look at trout (and grayling) in a different way the next time you have a fish that refuses your offerings.  The book is available from the publishers www.merlinunwin.co.uk Mottisfont Abbey update I have not bought you news from Mottisfont Abbey recently because, well, there has been none of any substance. From time to time I get an email from the Abbey with an update that the River Test fishing will be put out for tender very soon, but that is a song that has been sung for nearly a year. Most of what I hear comes from the river keeper grapevine that tells of the river being barely tended, river weed left to grow out of control and the banks reduced to a narrow pathway with fringes as high as your head. This is, as far as I can tell, a deliberate policy of benign neglect dressed up with some bogus eco-credentials. Quite how the river team get away with it I have no idea – I suspect poor oversight from management who are deliberately kept in the dark. I cannot tell you how frustrated I feel about this. Chalkstreams have been managed with a light hand for both fishing and conservation for nearly two centuries in which time the fly life, trout population and salmon runs were unsurpassed. What assails our chalkstreams is not unique to chalkstreams. It is part and parcel of a small, densely populated nation where the ecology of the countryside, rivers included, has been ignored by successive governments who have allowed agriculture and the water industry to basically do what the hell they liked, regardless of the cost to Mother Nature.

Halford's hut and the Oakley Stream, the spiritual home of fly fishing In times like this nature needs every available helping hand and the National Trust, who lovingly nurture vast swathes of England, seem to hold rivers to a different standard than say the many wild flower meadows for which they are so rightly proud. But how does a wild flower meadow come into being? Certainly not by leaving a field to its own devices which, in a matter of a couple of years, will become monoculture of the most dominant weeds. No, to be a wild meadow it has to be intensively cared for by a series of management techniques that implicitly require the intervention of man. Rivers are no different, but the National Trust seem to be deliberately blind to this inconvenient truth. What, you might ask, has prompted me to raise this thorny issue? Well, I was kindly sent an extract by a friend of Fishing Breaks from the National Trust Mottisfont SW Hants May Newsletter that raised my hackles. To be honest the article by Countryside Manager Dylan Everet was fairly unrevealing as to what is happened to the river mostly focussing on yoga by the river and guided river walks. The irony of both these activities is that there is absolutely no reason why they cannot both exist alongside fishing, not least because even when there was fishing at Mottisfont Abbey, there were extensive sections of the river already reserved for public use. It is pretty clear both activities are something of a smokescreen. Before I sign off as Angry of Nether Wallop I will just enlighten you as to the economics of the guided river walks which are charged out at £3 a head, with a few hundred having signed up to date. It will take close to 35,000 walkers a year before the National Trust recoup the same amount of money as they received for the fishing.

That was the month that was May "How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard?", wrote A A Milne in Winnie the Pooh. I sort of feel that way as we reach the end of the Mayfly; fishing would be awfully boring if it was this way 12 months a year. What always fascinates me about the end of the Mayfly is how quickly fish forget. You would have thought that a week or month later something in their little fishy memory would prompt them to grab at a well presented Mayfly by way of some conditioned response. But no, when it is over, it is over. The only exception I can think to that is on the River Avon, which for reasons I do not understand, sees occasional Mayfly hatches through the summer which will most definitely bring fish up to an artificial.

I would say 2024 was a good Mayfly which has been steady rather than prolific. As with most years the Itchen came on first, followed by the Test, then Frome and Avon with the witching hours mostly 4-7pm. Top fly according to the guides was a French Partridge, with black gnats and small wulffs in between times. Of course, the real struggle has been the condition of the banks where in some places you have this unusual inversion of a perfect river but one that is hard to get at. But hey, we should never complain about too much water with the prospect of a chalkstream summer like no other I can recall. Our May winner of the feedback draw is Peter Fink who fished at Wimborne St Giles on the River Allen and collects a magnificent selection of flies from our vice master, Nigel Nunn.

Rivers for sale A little rush of fishing properties on the market this week. River Itchen at Brambridge, Hampshire  Running parallel to Kanara on the Itchen Navigation this stretch was for sale last year but returns to the market at £425,000. River Bourne at St Mary Bourne, Hampshire An unusual opportunity to buy 242 yards of single bank fishing on the Bourne Rivulet at the head of the Test valley plus planning permission to build a pair of 3 bedroom cottages on the 6 acres of water meadows. £390,000. Read brochure .....

Quiz The normal random collection of questions inspired by the date, events or topics in the Newsletter. It is just for fun with answers at the bottom of the page. 1)     What does the D in D-Day stand for? 2)     Which American general fished the River Test as a guest of the Houghton Club in May 1944? 3)     Which Prime Minister was re-elected for the first time on this day in 2001?

Have a good weekend.  Best wishes,

Simon Cooper simon@fishingbreaks.co.uk Founder & Managing Directorwww.fishingbreaks.co.uk

Quiz answers: 1)     Day, so in full Day-Day 2)     General Eisenhower 3)     Tony Blair

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Blood and lies

 

Greetings!   I do not want you to read this as suggesting any moral equivalence but I was struck on Monday, listening to the reporting of the blood scandal, as to the straight line of sight as to how civil servants, farmers, farming officials and politicians colluded to cover up the organophosphate scandal that had its genesis in the 1950’s.   For those of you who do not know it, or have perhaps forgotten the details, it all began with a post WW2 drive to intensify British agriculture. Organophosphates, essentially DDT derivatives, were  wonder pesticides, initially used as a corn seed coating, that boosted production. However, soon after commercial use became widespread the raptor population went into rapid decline, dead birds found the length and breadth of Britain. Forced into action by questions in parliament and much comment in the press the Department of Agriculture commissioned a report to look into the deaths which, in the space of just 25 pages conclusively proved the link between organophosphates and raptor deaths in 1957. This suited nobody in government or farming so, with the report quietly shelved, the use of organophosphates, with a nod and a wink, expanded beyond its original purpose into sheep dips, moth ball manufacture, bulb production and carpet making.   You might think some of these slightly obscure but the effects were profound. Carpet making uses vast amounts of water, and well-known brands like Wilton had its factory on the banks of our longest chalkstream, the River Avon in Wiltshire. Sheep dipping took place in rivers: temporary dams creating pools into which the chemical was poured or dips in farmyards draining into drains that eventually drained into local streams.

 

 

It was toxic in the true state of the word but nobody in authority would countenance a ban despite the otter population declining precipitously as that of the raptors with insect life following suit. The National Farming Union, who had the ear of ministry civil servants and ministers, remained intent on protecting the financial interests of their members, calling the shots in favour of organophosphates for the next 30 years despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary.   I have to say researching for my book The Otters’ Tale the organophosphate scandal changed my view of officialdom. Until that point I had presumed, obviously naively, that most people in the corridors of power, to borrow CP Snow’s expression, bar the corrupt or truly incompetent, would want to make the best decisions possible in the public good. But as the Langstaff Report concludes that is not always the case. People will lie. People will subvert. People will dissemble. People will do just about anything to pass the buck or avoid accountability. And these are people paid by you to represent your interests.   But like many of the people caught up in the blood scandal, I keep returning to the question why.  I can understand why you might not want to admit to a mistake of your own making but these, both blood and organophosphates, were the result of decisions made by others long gone. Why perpetuate their lies? Why protect institutions that are doing harm? Why make yourself a victim to the fortunes of others? Why choose deceit above truth?   I have no real answers to those questions, but what I do know is that, eventually, truth prevails. I dedicated The Otters’ Tale to those who fought for decades against the mendacity of those who protected the status quo because today, without their determination, British otters would likely be extinct and red kites a distant memory.   It is an insignificant victory set against that of the blood scandal but proves in both instances that the good will outlive the venal. Hopefully, the same will happen with our water industry.     Not so mellow yellow   I was struck, as I walked down to the River Itchen at Breach Farm on Sunday, as to how yellow the water meadows were, the flag irises, exceptionally late this year, colluding with the buttercups for a sea of yellow more normally associated with a field of rapeseed. Which had me thinking: why so much yellow in spring?   Aside from the above three, daffodils, marsh marigolds and primroses come to mind as other spring yellows. The answer for all of them lies in the purpose of the colour. Apparently, hundreds of millions of years ago flowers had little colour, but as competition to attract pollinators has increased, so plants have taken on the most advantageous hue for their situation or season.

 

Breach Farm water meadows   In the case of yellow it is because the plan is to attract the primary spring pollinators which happen to be flies who are colour blind, so are attracted to yellow flowers (and white as well) because they contrast with the green background. Likewise, spring plants tend to have a more open and less specialist flower structure so as to attract a variety of pollinators at a time when the number of flowers requiring pollination outnumber the number of potential pollinators.

 

 

A new chalkstream ..... well, not quite   Despite the manifest logistical problems it has caused us, I am glad to have seen it, the wettest year in living memory. It feels like we are living our lives on the top of a huge sodden sponge the slightest rainfall perpetuating saturation or the slightest footfall causing the water to well up beneath our feet.   It has been extraordinary, the tale of the pluviometer telling it all: the past 3 months 193% of long terms average rainfall. Past 6 months 160%. Past 12 months 140%. I think I am correct in saying February was the wettest second month of the year on record, dating back to late 1700’s.   It is a joy to witness, as we come towards the end of May, the rivers and meadows so wet with side streams, springs and rivulets we hardly knew existed flowing with gleaming, clear water teeming with aquatic life.

 

Here at Nether Wallop Mill I would by now have, in any normal year, shut the mill sluice gate down tight to preserve the water for the Wallop Brook and lake for, above the mill we have what is called the mill pond, an artificial creation of some thousand years ago dug as an offshoot to the true Brook to store water to power the mill. As such, it is hardly what you call a stream or river, more as the name suggests, a long pond with little flow and plenty of silt.   But this year the sluice gate remains open way beyond its usual March closure, the water pummelling through and, as you can see from the photograph, we have a pond that looks like a chalkstream with flowering ranunculus and patches of chalk that have probably not seen the light of day in spring since Georgian times.

 

 

Culture wars reach the Wallop valley   As you can see from the graffiti on the road sign at the head of the Wallop valley, the culture wars have reached a tiny hamlet on the Hampshire/Wiltshire border.   It is unclear why this place took on the name Palestine but it has also taken on other characteristics of its Middle Eastern counterpart with streets called Mount Carmel Road, Mount Hermon Road, Zion Road, plus cul-de-sacs Orange and Peach Grove.     Ironically, there is currently a separatist movement as Palestine (pop. 200) is administratively coupled with the neighbouring village of Over Wallop (pop. 750) as a combined civil parish. The dispute revolves around planning with a boundary road where one side may object to planning on the other, whilst the other side does not have reciprocal objection rights.

 

 

 

One Day Half Term Camp for 8-11 years   As it is half term we are running a one day special kids camp here at Nether Wallop Mill hosted by instructor, Angus Campbell.   It is for 8-11 year olds who have never fly fished but keen to learn how to cast, handle a rod, learn something about entomology (the pond dipping is always huge hit), watch a fly being tied and then, most importantly,  catch a fish, or hopefully more. The lake is currently well stocked with rainbows, browns, tigers, spartic and blues.   The day runs 10am-4pm. The cost is £85. Book online or call.

 

 

 

Quiz   The normal random collection of questions inspired by the date, events or topics in the Newsletter. It is just for fun with answers at the bottom of the page.   1)    Who sings? Look at the stars. Look how they shine for you. And everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow.   2)    What is the meaning of the word petrichor?   3)   On this day in which year did Samuel Morse tap out "What hath God wrought" to send the world's first telegraph message? A) 1844 B) 1864 C) 1884

 

 

Have a good weekend.  Best wishes,

 

 

Simon Cooper simon@fishingbreaks.co.uk Founder & Managing Directorwww.fishingbreaks.co.uk

 

 

Quiz answers:   1)     Coldplay 2)     Petrichor is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil 3)     1844