Friday 16 February 2024

I bought a mill. Was I mad?

 

Greetings!

 

Buying a mill is something of an act of faith. Surveyors reports are a waste of time at the best of times (apologies to FRICS members reading this but you know what I mean) as the complications of foundations that have spent centuries, or sometimes millennia, submerged sends your well-meaning assessor and most mortgage companies running for the hills.

 

Purchase is an act of faith and like a pre-loved Land Rover, handed down through decades of ownership, nobody really wants to tell you what you will find under the bonnet. With every restoration there are the unexpected ‘what the f**k’ moments as the costs, plus even the merest hint of finding anyone to carry out some obscure building process probably last done in Medieval times, set to confound even the most stoic owner.

 

But then, even when it is all your own, you will have the annual knockdown, drag out contest with your insurance company where some AI driven bot has concluded that your mill spends six months out of every twelve flooded despite the fact that no flood claim has been lodged in a quarter century of ownership. Mills, you point out repeatedly, laugh in the face of once-in-a-decade flood events. Centuries of use has seen the building out of every possible flood scenario.

 

Now, to be fair to our insurers the NFU, they finally get this after proposing one particularly egregious premium hike. After much toing and froing, I offered, so confident was I of the non-existent flood risk, that they remove flood cover from the policy. Apparently, for reasons nobody could ever explain, this is not possible but the very thought seemed to send the bot into some sort of existential crisis and the policy was renewed with flood cover in place at a cost lower than the pre-increase rate. 

 

 

The dark, wee hole .....

 

All this tumbled through my mind on Sunday as I pondered some strange behaviour of the side stream that flows in a 25 yard channel under one side of The Mill house – water seemed to be going in at the normal rate but coming out in a trickle. If I was a potholing enthusiast, I might have relished the challenge of inspecting what is effectively a dark, wet tunnel a bit over shoulder width and with two feet of headroom. However, the closest I intended to get was with a high beam torch. At the entrance I hung over the edge of the stream, my head so close that my hair flopped into the water. As the beam shined darkness back at me it was abundantly clear there was some sort of serious blockage.

 

Now my default in this situation is drain rods, of which I have an impressive collection and a variety of bespoke end tools. My plan was to penetrate whatever the blockage was until the rod end appeared at the other end of the building. At which point I would attach one of my ‘special’ tools, pull the rods back until the tool engaged with the blockage to use brute force and the power of the built up water to free whatever it was. Brilliant! It never fails until it fails, which it did here. My rods were not up to the basic task of penetrating the blockage, as effective as hammering a rubber nail into a brick wall.

 

As you may have guessed the blockage was not conveniently located close to either end of the tunnel; the drain rods seemed to indicate somewhere in the middle. The first attempt at ramming it with a 5 metre section of 2x2 timber amply proved this deduction to be true as I lay in the stream (yes, I’d given up all attempts at staying dry) with my head and shoulders in the entrance with arms outstretched. Screwing a second 5 metre section to the first provided the bingo moment with the satisfying thud of wood against blockage. Of course, it is bloody hard to manoeuvre a square pole of that weight and length but the water helped, floating it into position and the natural warping of wood gave it a bit of a banana curve so by rotating the square pole I could alter the height at which it hit the blockage.

 

 

The 'tunnel' goes under what was once the Vincent Bakery on right

 

At first not much happened, a few leaves and twigs floating past me until there was a bit of a rush of dirty water followed by a yew tree branch, the clean saw cut indicating a pruning. Goodness, I swore and wished great evil upon whichever villager had discarded this in the stream. It is not by chance yew is the chosen material for long bows; it never rots or breaks. A second yew branch followed the first and all of a sudden, the stream was flowing as it should. Victory! Or it was until I did one last check, the torch revealing two pieces of timber, one each side of the tunnel that appeared to have fallen from the roof onto the stream bed to create a V against which the yew branches had lodged which, with the build up of other detritus, had created an effective dam. The timbers clearly had to go.

 

Perching the torch in the stream on a pile of flints for some sort of light it was now a case of randomly bashing away with the 10 metre narrow pole, in the direction of the edge of a narrow board in the hope they might connect. They mostly did not but when they did it was enough to have some effect, the first floating down into my hand the second more problematic jamming crossways a few times before finally seeing the light of day for the first time in four centuries. My guess is that when this particular part of The Mill was built these oak boards, still in remarkably good condition considering the age and dank environment, had been used as shuttering to cover up the stream on to which the floor was laid.

 

Anyway, to come back to my original question was I mad to buy a mill? Certainly, on certain days it does afflict you with a certain madness – Sunday was one of those days. But it is a good mad. The flow of the water is endlessly fascinating and the creative genius of whoever designed the layout back in pre-Domesday Book days a constant source of admiration to me. And when I held those boards, whatever nuisance they may have caused, I wondered of the person who had last held them in the early 1700’s when Nether Wallop was part of the Earl of Portsmouth (family name Wallop) estate that extended from Basingstoke to the sea, George I was still yet to ascend the throne and life must have been so, so very different. It is sort of humbling and makes it all worthwhile.

 

 

Both wood and me considerably dried out

 

 

Your rod licence money down the Swanee

 

I frequently take to task our old friends the Environment Agency (EA) and the Angling Trust (AT) both here and in other forums. I rarely get upbraided with regard to the former who seem to have few friends these days, except in the corridors of power whose mandarins as yet do not seem to have twigged the EA as a serial incompetent. The latter has more defenders and CEO, Jamie Cook usually fights his corner. But the latest figures that highlight a 14% drop in rod licence sales in five years tie them to the same whipping post.

 

For those of you who are not aware of the labyrinthine workings of the EA, part of your rod licence money is redistributed to the Angling Trust who have a multi-year contract, which runs to many millions of pounds, to promote angling whilst also policing the enforcement of rod licences on the riverbank.

 

During the decade or so in which the Trust has had this contract it has built up an impressive bureaucracy of engagement, training, diversity and enforcement personnel to deliver all this under the umbrella of the National Angling Strategy (NAS) which they boasted in a press release on 18 January 2024 was doing ‘sterling work … in helping maintain and grow the sport …’.

 

 

Really? The data from rod licence sales tells a whole different story. Since 2018 (the NAS in current form began in 2019) the number of licence buying anglers, after a brief uptick during Covid, has declined by 118,211. In 2018 there were 847,846 unique anglers, in 2024 that figure stands at 729,635. Whatever the EA, the AT along with other funding recipients the Angling Trades Association, Association of Canals and Rivers Trust, Get Hooked and Sport England are doing it is clearly not working.

 

My long held view is that it is high time the rod licence was abolished; if you really want people to do something do not tax them to do it! We do not pay to run in a park. We do not pay to canoe on a canal. We do not pay to fish in the sea. We do not pay to hike in a National Park.

 

If you strip out the costs of collecting the rod licence, the cost of enforcement, the cost of court prosecutions, the pointless money-go-round of the National Angling Strategy you will be left with something under £10 million, an accounting margin for error in the mammoth £1.3 billion annual budget of the Environment Agency.

 

 

Why our rivers are the way they are .... and how to save them

 

Just a swift reminder for those who missed it that I will be speaking tonight in Nether Wallop on Friday 16 February on the topic, “Why our rivers are the way they are .... and how to save them”.

 

Doors open at 7pm for a 7.30pm start. Admission is £10/person including a glass of wine with all proceeds to the Village Hall Fund. Everyone welcome and pre booking not required. The talk takes place at the Village Hall, The Square, Nether Wallop, SO20 8EX.

 

 

 

The strangest film on endangered Atlantic salmon you will ever watch

 

Wild Summon, described by the Bristol-based filmmakers as a ’natural history fantasy’ and mostly shot in Iceland tells the life story of the Atlantic salmon through animation, CGI and a salmon-like woman in a wet suit.

 

If it sounds strange, it is strange but it won all sorts of awards at the Cannes Film Festival last year, is nominated for an Oscar and is up at the BAFTAs this Sunday. Personally, I hated the trailer that almost stopped me watching the full 14 minute film. But the film is brilliant. It encapsulates all that is amazing about the lifecycle of the salmon whilst highlighting the natural dangers and our human destruction.

 

For most of us, we are pretty jaded by the truth of the dangers to Atlantic salmon. But we have to hope that a film of this nature, given enough visibility, will alert a new generation to the wilful destruction of yet another precious species.

 

 

Wild Summon can be streamed for free on Bafta’s YouTube until 20 February

 

 

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 did Howard Carter open on this day in 1923?

 

2)     Name one of seven English towns or villages that start with the letter Z.

 

3)     Which monarch was on the British throne in 1700? Clue: same name as the next monarch after Charles III.

 

 

Have a good weekend.



Best wishes,

 

 

Simon Cooper simon@fishingbreaks.co.uk

Founder & Managing Directorwww.fishingbreaks.co.uk

 

 

Quiz answers:

 

1)     The inner burial chamber of Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamun's tomb and finds the sarcophagus.

2)     Zeal Monachorum, Zeals, Zelah, Zennor, Zoar, Zone Point, or Zouch.

3) William III

Friday 9 February 2024

What is new and news for 2024

 

Greetings!

 

I know you all love the old favourites, some of which have been with Fishing Breaks since what sometimes seems like the dawn of time (33 seasons and counting ……) but it is always good to ring the changes as aspirations change and we listen to what you ask for.

 

I am often asked what has changed most over my past three decades. The answer is pretty easy: catch and release. In the early days of the business I had a few catch and release only beats but really, the truth is, they did not sell well. In the 1990’s trout fishing was still predominantly catch and kill. The first four fish you hooked you dispatched and once the fourth was in the creel (does anyone still buy these?) you headed for home.

 

However, by the time we reached the Millennium mandatory killing was a thing of the past, catch and release the norm with the option to take home a fish or two on rivers with a stocked population. I do read with some amusement, and not a little cynicism, arrivistes to the wild fish/catch and release debate who seem to think they just invented the concept, the rest of us being ignorant stockie bashers.

 

You know this is not true because, not least, over a third of Fishing Breaks beats are 100% wild, with over two thirds of the beats (and 85% by length) home to a wild brown trout population that comprise over half the fish in the river.

 

Click here to visit the Fishing Breaks website. Full list of wild beats under Compare the Fishing.

 

 

Difficult diaries

 

Firstly, the good news. Shawford Park on the River Itchen was sold recently but I am delighted to say the new owners have enthusiastically embraced the fishing and the excellent river keeper of some 15 years, Pete Glynn-Jones is staying on. The result is more dates than in the past, with the opportunity for weekends.

 

Broadlands Estate on the River Test is currently making significant changes to the management of the river, some 5 miles in all, which includes our Broadlands House beats. I am hopeful we will be able to resume day rods in the medium-to-long term but in terms of 2024 it is very much watch this space.

 

Also in flux is Fisherton de la Mere on the River Wylye. Currently, The Dower House, the home the late Robin Thompson who many of you will remember, which is undergoing major restoration. Along with this, and possible changes in land ownership, again watch this space.

 

 

Shawford Park - no fishing in the lily pond!

 

 

New for 2024

 

I’m definitely expanding our horizons beyond our comfort zone of the chalkstreams. Last year we introduced chub and barbel with John Bailey on the River Wye which is a great success. This year, and hoping for equal success, perch and pike in the Lake District with Eric Hope and a hiking adventure with James Waine in same part of the world, plus the Ladies Days with Gilly Bate back here in Hampshire.

 

Eric Hope has been going nearly as long as me from his base in Cumbia which encompasses Derwentwater, Windermere and the River Derwent. He really does offer a complete service from pike (see fine example above) and perch from the boat in Derwentwater, specimen hunting at selected times of year to salmon and sea trout in the River Derwent. Tuition is offered and children welcome from as young as 7 years.

 

I have often wondered why a particular madness afflicts fly fishers which makes us travel to the corners of the globe in pursuit of wild fishing that is right in our back yard. Young and upcoming guide James Waine has not only had the same thought but also done something about it with his Hiking Adventure in the Lake District. It is fair to say this day demands a certain level of fitness that is not for all so James also offers great guided days in County Durham on the Eden and Tees.

 

 

James Waine: small fish, giant landscape

 

Finally, we are selling out the Ladies Days with Gilly Bate. There is one place on the Foundation Course (6/April) and two places on the chalkstream Course (26/April).

 

 

 

Simon Cooper talk: why our rivers are the way they are .... and how to save them

 

I have largely retired from the talk business but I will be speaking in Nether Wallop on Friday 16 February on the topic, “Why our rivers are the way they are .... and how to save them”.

 

Doors open at 7pm for a 7.30pm start. Admission is £10/person including a glass of wine with all proceeds to the Village Hall Fund. Everyone welcome and pre booking not required. The talk takes place at the Village Hall, The Square, Nether Wallop, SO20 8EX.

 

Hope you are looking forward to the season ahead!



 

Best wishes,

 

 

 

Simon Cooper  mon@fishingbreaks.co.uk

Founder & Managing Directorwww.fishingbreaks.co.uk

Friday 2 February 2024

We fought Southern Water and we won

 

Greetings!

 

Punk band The Clash were right about most things but for once they were wrong: you can fight the law and the law will not win. A band of Hampshire river keepers proved this last week when they squared up to Southern Water to eventually overturn plans to pump 2.5 million litres of raw sewage into the upper reaches of the River Test. However, before I tell you how they did it let me take you back a few steps in the process of what is rather innocently called ‘overpumping’.

 

As you will well know much of Britain is served by a sewage management system that was built to cope for a nation as it was in the 1970’s when the population was 20 million fewer and water consumption on a per head basis about half of what it is today. Combine that with a built environment that has turned roads and housing into giant, continuous funnels and you have a sewage system that becomes overwhelmed by rainfall that would have dispersed without comment or incident 50 years ago.

 

 

As the Duke of Wellington said addressing the gathered troops on the eve of the Battle of Waterloo: I don't know how the enemy will see you but you scare the hell out of me.

 

Overpuming is what water companies, faced with all the above, do when their sewage systems are unable to cope with the volume of wastewater in the pipes, pumps and plants. To overpump they apply for a permit from the Environment Agency to flush the excess away, untreated but usually dilute sewage, into the nearest river or convenient water course. In the case of the River Test, the ‘overpump’ was from the village of Longparish which is just north of where the river crosses under the A303 east of Andover, Hampshire. It was to be an unusually egregious form of overpumping with the necessity to lay hundreds of metres of temporary pipe from village to river and the digging of a temporary settlement tank enroute (largely pointless and there for optics not effectiveness) before the waste was poured into the River Test.

 

Here are the three things you need to know about overpumping. Firstly, it has been going on forever but largely under the radar. All those You Tubes clips of last year that showed the outpouring of millions of gallons of waste for hundreds of thousands of hours are the most visible evidence of institutional dumping. However, public awareness has turned the spotlight on the practice which I suspect would have gone unnoticed a decade ago. Secondly, the water companies do not have any real incentive to deal with the issue because it is a good deal cheaper than the alternatives, namely upgrading the infrastructure and actually treating the waste. Ironically, the more degraded the pipe network the better for them as the waste seeps, unseen, into the ground. However, this out-of-sight-out-of-mind strategy gets upended in wet weather years as the water table rises to the same level of the pipes thus eliminating ‘helpful’ seepage. Incidentally, most of the same logic applies to septic tanks for private homes not on main drainage. Finally, the planning system as currently configured will only make the situation worse. Let me tell you the madness of it all.

 

Now, if you or I were building a family home in an area without mains drainage we would have to install a self-sufficient, private waste treatment plant at a cost of tens of thousands of pounds that would have to fulfil vigorous environmental regulation. If we were a developer building a thousand home estate we would equally have to comply with stringent rules, not least in separating the rainfall water from roads, roofs and run off from the home waste, with separate pipe systems for each. Now this is the way of the future by avoiding commingling of the large volume of largely harmless rainwater with the undesirable output from homes and businesses. However, and this is the madness of our planning system, having gone to all the effort and expense of separating the two, guess where both end up? Yes, the law obliges the water company to let us, the developer, connect both waste pipes to the same main drainpipe! 

 

 

You could not make it up but back to our band of river keepers. Thanks to a brief, but sustained, blitz on the local media, supported by the Test and Itchen Association and locals MPs, the gathering of thirty or more river keepers by the Test in Longparish last Friday, the day the overpumping was due to start, made for headline news with TV crews and press. By some strange quirk of fate neither Environment Agency nor Southern Water representatives attended, preferring a brief press release saying the situation was now ‘under review’ with the plans for over pumping entirely abandoned on Monday.

 

It is a great victory for activism following on from something similar in the summer of 2022 when Southern Water tried to increase abstraction capacity from the River Test at the height of the drought. I am convinced these fights will become more frequent by necessity as our water system falters further under the strains of aging infrastructure and the ever increasing demands on it. Hundreds of billions are required to save us from our own waste but even if we started today (LOL) the fights will need to continue for a decade or more.

 

 

Richard Slocock: a chalkstream life

 

I did not realise how much I would miss Richard Slocock until I started writing to bring you news of his sad death from cancer on 20 January. No more of those calls which usually started with the words, “You are not going to believe this Simon …..” which would lead us into some lengthy conversation about the latest madness from the Environment Agency or some busybody body that purport to know the chalkstreams better than those who have spent most of their working lives on them.

 

For Richard was one of those people, a man who began way back in the 1980’s when his Wessex Chalk Streams, which focussed on the Frome and Piddle, took up where Dermot Wilson here at Nether Wallop Mill left off. Richard’s business at Lawrences Farm in the Dorset village Tolpuddle of martyr fame, was the most fully rounded operation that I do not recall anyone coming close to replicating. You could stay, you could rent beats, there was the trout lake for teaching and a tackle store from which Richard dispensed advice, though in truth not all of it cheerful.

 

Richard, and I say this without a hint of criticism, was never one to talk up the prospects for your day ahead. Maybe it was some cunning reverse psychology on his part but whether it was or was not it certainly worked as he was never short of clients and was still going strong last season despite his illness.

 

 

Richard and Simon laughing about who knows what ......

 

Richard was passionate about chalkstreams and fly fishing long before it was fashionable to be such a person. He campaigned in many guises including as Chairman of the Frome & Piddle Association and created the guiding and teaching body REFFIS as a commonsense antidote to some of the other, shall we say effete, fly fishing organisations. He was also one of the founding forces behind the Wild Trout Trust though it must be said he rather felt the Trust had lost its way in more recent years.

 

I will miss Richard greatly; he was a huge friend to me from when I was wet behind the ears in this business both as a source of advice and good humour. As Lord Tennyson wrote of The Brook, “For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.” I hope that part of Richard’s legacy will be that that is indeed true of our precious chalkstreams.

 

 

Time flies

 

Times flies …… it will soon be time to step out on to the riverbank for a new season. Just now that looks like it will be a very soggy bank but hey, though a wet winter is not without its challenges, I am not one to complain about too much water.

 

Certainly, it truncated the grayling season, with barely any opportunities since Christmas. Likewise, many of the restoration and repair projects we had planned this winter are now on hold to 2024/25. My advice is check those wellies do not leak and take a long handled net.

 

Looking ahead to the coming session we have not been able to put some diaries fully online; more news on that in a 2024 Update Special next week that will contain exciting news of fishing in Cumbria, County Durham, the Lake District and Yorkshire and not just trout.

 

 

 

 

A tale of three rivers top to bottom: Kimbridge (Test), Dunbridge (Dun) and Bullington Manor (Dever).

 

 

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 was buried in St. George's Chapel at Windsor Castle on this day in 1901?

 

2)     How many no. 1 hits did The Clash have?

 

3)     Lord Alfred Tennyson followed who as Poet Laureate in 1850?

 

 

Have a good Six Nations weekend.



Best wishes,

 

 

Simon Cooper simon@fishingbreaks.co.uk

Founder & Managing Directorwww.fishingbreaks.co.uk

 

 

Quiz answers:

 

1)     Queen Victoria

2)     None. The best was no. 2 in the UK charts with Rock the Casbah in 1982

3)     William Wordsworth