My Mayfly day

Greetings! By now thousands of you will have caught thousands of fish on the Mayfly. My personal score stands resolutely at zero. I am yet to cast a Mayfly. For my days around this magical time evolve in a slightly different manner to yours. I'm up a dawn but not, sadly, to fish. Email is a marvellous thing but it's also a choke chain on my life. Some of you clearly wake up in the middle of the night with the dread question: is my fishing tomorrow? Did I really book it? Where are my maps? Or a myriad of other things that invade our sleep ahead of any trip. And being as we all are (and I am not complaining) you send an email. I truly don't mind. I'd rather answer an email over my first cup of tea of the morning than field a frantic phone call later on. Then it is off to the river to greet guests and corral the guides. I am a veritable travelling fly shop and mini mart - everything from cool beer to some of the most esoteric mayfly patterns in existence. We all like a bit of novelty. Then it back to the office for yes, more emails and writing. I sacrifice time on the river to bring you this newsletter. And then it is back to the river to collect the empties. Console the unsuccessful. Congratulate the victors. I like to stay until everyone is gone; the car park finally empty. It is for me one of the greatest pleasures in life to sit on a bench, deserted of human company, to absorb the silence and quiet. Watch the river slide on by. See the occasional dying Mayfly sucked down by a trout who has mastered the art of the effortless take. I never feel inclined to fish though I do err towards that arrogant belief that I would indeed catch every rising fish should I have a rod in hand. But somehow the act of fishing seems unimportant. The fish have suppled their side of the bargain: sport for the day. In the dying light I feel they have earnt the right to feed unimpeded. Eventually the occasional rises peter away to absolutely nothing. A glass flat river. It's done for another Mayfly day. It is time for me to leave. I feel my phone vibrate on silent in my pocket. The final round of the day beckons. Home. Eat. Sleep. Reboot. Tomorrow is another Mayfly day. Is it a plane? Is it a bird? Well, sort of .... .... it's a swoose. I never knew such a thing existed, the product of a swan and a goose. However odd the combination this stuffed specimen lived to the goodly age (at least for a hybrid bird) of fourteen years, born in 1910 at Beeston Priory in Norfolk where it lived out its life. There are a few other swooses documented in more recent times. There was one living close to the estuary of the River Frome that was variously seen between 2004 and 2011. If our stuffed version was more swan than goose; this Dorset one was more goose than swan. More recently one was born at the National Trust West Green House in Hampshire in 2016. If you would like to buy this rare stuffed exmaple it is in the Summers Place Auction on 11th June. The guide price is £2,000-3,000. www.summersplaceauctions.com  From odd fowl to odd fish Here is a weird looking brown trout, in fine condition bar the obvious, that came out of the River Test on the Main beat at Mottisfont Abbey earlier this week. It is now back swimming around, but we think it may have been caught once before in the One Fly, though that was some years ago. It did, as you might, imagine cause a certain amount of discussion as the One Fly scoring is based on the length of the fish. Now clearly this fish would, under normal circumstances be a quarter longer than it currently is. There was some attempt to argue for a higher score based on what-it-should-have-been, but our rigorous scrutiny committee dismissed the appeal i.e. we just laughed at the notion. We are undecided as to whether this is a wild or stocked fish, though are generally erring on the side of wild. A disfigured fish of this kind would rarely get through the quality control of any decent fish farmer and if it did it probably would not have survived for so long and in such good condition. If you do happen to catch Stumpy again do take a photo but do put him (or her) back. Father's Day weekend My father had absolutely no interest in fishing, fly or otherwise. But even though he never really understood my fascination, he happily ferried me around the rivers and trout lakes of southern England in the days before I could drive. He always seemed perfectly happy to read the paper or nod off in the car. Maybe he did get that bit of fishing where we are all very capable of filling a day doing very little. The journey home was inevitably interrupted by frequent stops at wayside inns where we occasionally traded my catch for scampi-in-the-basket. My father had this uncanny knack of becoming the publicans' best friend in the matter of a few sentences. We were treated as regulars despite being miles from home in pubs we hardly ever visited. As you might imagine the remainder of the trip could sometimes be something of an adventure ...... I am not sure my childhood experience is the best template for inculcating your own children to fly fishing, but we do have the chance for fishing with your son or daughter here at Nether Wallop Mill on Saturday 15 June, the day before Father's Day proper. It is a half day led by one of our patient instructors which aims to teach the essential casting skills, how to tie a fly and all importantly, catch plenty of fish. As the parent you will sit out the first 90 minutes (we serve excellent coffee, have comfortable chairs and Wi-Fi) but after that you'll buddy up with your child to catch fish. The sessions run 9.30am-1pm or 2pm-5.30pm. There will be up to four father/child (8-16 years) pairs at each session. All tackle and flies provided. You may take home fish if you wish. The cost is £125/pair. For more details and to book click here ..... The Quiz So, with all the swoose in mind our quiz this week is on hybrids. As ever it is just for fun  with answers at the bottom of the Newsletter. 1)      What is a hinny? 2)      What bee species were crossed to create the Killer Bee? 3)      What two trout species are crossed to create the cutbow? Enjoy the Whitsun break. Best wishes,   Simon Cooper simon@fishingbreaks.co.uk Founder & Managing Director www.fishingbreaks.co.uk Answers: 1)     The reverse of a mule: a cross between a female donkey and a male horse. 2)   The European honeybee and an African bee. A laboratory attempt to create tamer more manageable bees that then escaped into the wild.  3)     Rainbow and cutthroat trout.

Going to the dark side

Going to the dark side

 

Dear Simon,

 

I didn't think that my appearance on Countryfile Diaries could cause anyone any upset but, according to one email, I have apparently crossed a line to take the side of the anti brigade. Heavens, I was only talking about otters ........

	The Guardian's 1986 'Points of view' advert

The writer branded Countryfile as 'ludicrous'; I'll spare you some of the other things he said but I do actually understand at least some of his less extreme sentiments about the programme. It can be I'll agree saccharine sweet, a confected urban view of the rural landscape. But is that so bad? It is after all one of the BBC's most watched TV shows with an audience not just here but overseas. A Montanan fishing guide in my office earlier this week had even seen it in the USA. The British countryside is fast becoming a brand. Do we embrace that or do we fight it?

Years ago, The Guardian newspaper ran a marketing campaign that had the strap line 'Points of view'. In the most memorable of the adverts you saw two images. In the first a middle aged man walking along a pavement beneath some scaffolding was clearly terrified as a running skinhead bore down upon him. The inference was clear. Robbery. But in the second image, shot from the reverse angle, bags of cement were falling from a scaffolding above. The skinhead was trying to save the man. What you see or read is all about perspective.

The fact is that the way we see the countryside from our sporting perspective, be we shooters, fishers or hunters, is very different to those whose involvement is as ramblers, hikers, bird watchers, bikers or any of the many other myriad of ways in which the countryside is enjoyed. Most of us don't own large chunks of land so we can't really claim ownership to say that the right to pursue our pastime trumps that of all others. Ultimately use of the countryside is a collaborative thing whether our view of it is from a car window or a riverbank.

We shouldn't fight Countryfile. We should embrace it. It's a show that encourages people to love the British countryside. These are the people who we will need to rally to our support in the years to come as pollution, urbanisation and the other manifest dangers to rivers and wildlife loom ever larger.

No longer turning Japanese

You know I have often bragged about my favourite toy, the Toyota Hi Lux. Well, the love affair is over. Mercedes Benz have lured me across the aisle with their first ever pickup truck. 

I must confess there was some logic in my decision, though you might caveat that by saying there is little logic to buying any car. The latest iteration of the Hi Lux lacks power and is 50% more expensive that the equivalent model in 2010.

The Benz on the other hand has borrowed much from the USA truck market - high suspension, grunty engine, tweaked exhaust pipes and generally all-round bigger than its European competitors. Which is somewhat ironic as currently the Germans don't have any plans to release it in the USA.

Anyway, it is rather fun to drive and the number on the roads are still so few that us owners exchange smug waves of recognition. However, I'm still to work out the purpose of the little glass panel in the back window, not much larger than an A4 sheet of paper, that slides open at the flip of a switch.

Steeple Langford - River Wylye

It has been a bit of a last-minute rush but I am delighted to welcome into the Fishing Breaks fold a lovely section of the River Wylye at Steeple Langford that lies upstream of Salisbury and south of the A303.

For those of you with long memories you might recall this as part of the Steeple Langford Fishery run by Paul Knight (now at Salmon & Trout Conservation) which had two large trout lakes in addition to the river. Things have changed a bit since then with the ownership now in the hands of the Wiltshire Wildlife Trust. Known as the Langford Lakes Nature Reserve the lakes are now fished by a coarse syndicate but the lakes primary purpose is as a breeding and resting ground for wild fowl; it is something of a bird watchers paradise with paths, hides and viewing platforms.

As for the river, which is separate and private from the rest of the reserve,  it has undergone a radical change as the Trust have their own river restoration team who undertake contract work so the half mile section has become something of a test ground for many innovative techniques that are now commonplace.

Make no mistake this is a beat that is managed to be as natural as possible without erring on the side of jungle warfare. In broad terms you can divide the fishing into two sections: above and below the weir pool. The lower section is shallower, faster and more gravelly. The upper slower and deeper.  This is an all wading beat; there are few opportunities for bank fishing and all the fish are wild. There is no stocking so as a consequence this is all catch and release.

For more details and booking click here. The river opens today.

April feedback winner

New season, new monthly draw for the feedback forms that many of you so kindly return.

You do have the rather fine Hardy Marquis reel to look forward to at the season-end draw but month-by-month I am going to be rather random. This time around the very good book by Jon Day I reviewed last month.

Well done to Mark Gomm who came out of the April hat, unusually for a draw winner a Nether Wallop Mill private tuition guest. 

Mark: the book is in tonight's post.

The Quiz

This is the time of year for baby birds, so a test of knowledge of who grows into what. As ever, it is just for fun with answers of the page.

	Answer no. 4

What is the adult equivalent for each of these baby birds?

1)     Squab

2)      Poult

3)      Eyas

4)      Cheeper

5)      Gosling

Have a good weekend.

Best wishes,

    

Simon Cooper simon@fishingbreaks.co.uk

Founder & Managing Director

www.fishingbreaks.co.uk

Answers:

1)      Pigeon  2)      Chicken  3)      Falcon  4)      Grouse (photo) or partridge  5)      Goose

My unlikely love affair

My unlikely love affair

We are first up for the new series of the BBC Countryfile Spring Diaries, the show going out at 9.15am on Monday 29 April on BBC One. You know the story but you might like the BBC's take on the show:

"Paul Martin (the presenter who interviews me) is discovering that our back gardens can be a convenient snack stop for cheeky creatures who are always on the lookout for a free meal. Otter numbers in particular are on the rise in the UK, and Paul has been meeting a man whose battle to save his fish stocks turned into an unlikely love affair."

The show will be available shortly after broadcast on BBC iPlayer. 

A Twitch Upon The Thread

Over my fishing lifetime I have come across plenty of fishing anthologies but I can't recall one that captured my imagination quite as much as Jon Day's 

A Twitch Upon The Thread.

The difference with Day's book lies in his chosen subtitle - Writers on Fishing. He has scoured the library of King's College London where he teaches English for not just great fishing literature but that written by our greatest writers. Who would have known George Orwell, who I always assumed to be a dour sort of fellow, defined his childhood through fishing? That John Donne took against fly fishers, for little good reason as far as I can tell, in his 1633 poem The Bait calling us 'curious traitors'. That Charles Dickens wrote of sturgeon in the River Thames.

If you ever sought a paragraph to define why we fish, then the words Izaak Walton quotes in The Compleat Angler from his friend and fishing companion Sir Henry Wotton still resonate four and a half centuries later,

"An imployment for his idle time, which was then not idly spent: for angling was after tedious Study, a rest to his mind, a chearer of his spirits, a diverter of sadness, a calmer of unquiet thoughts, a moderator of passions, a procurer of contentedness: and that it begat habits of peace and patience in those that profess'd and practis'd it. Indeed, my friend, you will find angling to be like the vertue of Humility, which has a calmness of spirit, and a world of other blessings attending upon it."

However, before we all get carried away with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside Lord Byron was less impressed by The Compleat Angler, railing against the cruelties of angling saying of us all, "No angler can be a good man."

Ranging across five centuries its hard not to be impressed by Jon Day's deft collection which was published last week by Notting Hill Editions and is available through Amazon at £14.99.

PS In case you think A Twitch Upon The Thread sounds familar it is indeed the name of Book II in Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited which in turn takes the quote from a G K Chesterton Father Brown story. It is a fair old bit of literary upcycling.

No more trouble at t' mill

The River Test at Whitchurch Fulling Mill is one of my longest standing beats; the connection goes back nearly twenty years through three different owners, though it is only the most recent who have any interest in fly fishing.

Richard and Lucy are passionate about the river and it shows; all sorts of improvements are completed, in progress or planned. Over the winter a combined team from the Wild Trout Trust and fishery students from Sparsholt College did great work on the wading section above the mill. The canopy was trimmed back, bank repaired and the felled trees used to create deflectors. Since then Mark Burns the river keeper has planted more than fifty heads of ranunculus weed.

For those of you who have fished Fulling Mill in the past you might recall the footpath than ran along part of the beat. Most of the time the intrusion was limited to walkers enquiring as to whether you had caught anything (I perfected about 20 various answers to alleviate the tedium) but on a sunny day dogs, children and bread thrown to the ducks could be a nuisance. However, the new fencing and a cunningly designed splash for dogs, duck feeding and even children (!) seems to have done the trick for trouble free fishing in the future.

The season opens at Whitchurch Fulling Mill on 1/May. More details here .....

New places for 2019

As you know I always like to find something or somewhere new for each season and 2019 is no exception. Here's a brief summary:

Broadlands House - River Test

Ideal for groups of 2-4 Rods on a combination of the Tanyard and House beats, the former being great if you like to wade.

Avington - River Itchen

In addition to the carrier ticket we are now offering the lake tickets online, which includes the recently added Catch & Release lake. You can combine river and lake tickets to switch at will during the day.

Coombe Mill - River Avon

Located downstream of Upavon Farm and upstream of Avon Springs this is right in the heart on Frank Sawyer country.

The Quiz

	Castle Howard the setting for Brideshead Revisited starring (l-r) Anthony Andrews, Diana Quick and Jeremy Irons.

More questions to hopefully entertain and enlighten. As ever it is just for fun with the answers at the bottom of the Newsletter.

1) The Greek messenger Philippides was running from Marathon to where, establishing the legend responsible for the marathon road race?

2)      In what year was the ITV series Brideshead Revisited first broadcast?

3)      What does a podiatrist study?

Have a good weekend.

Best wishes,

 

Simon Cooper simon@fishingbreaks.co.uk

Founder & Managing Director

www.fishingbreaks.co.uk

Answers:

1)      Athens

2)      1981

3)      Disorders of the foot, ankle and lower extremity

Saving the British Countryside

Rescuing the British Countryside

Greetings!

On Sunday, jaded and jet lagged, I pulled out a wheelbarrow and did what I do about once a month - a litter patrol on the lanes that lead into Nether Wallop. I know my fellow villagers think me quite mad; waving as they drive past with faces that are a picture of bewilderment. To this date, and I'm talking years, nobody has ever stopped nor does anyone ask when I meet them at some village event or other. Maybe they just think it is behaviour, to lean on the East Anglian psychiatric phrase used by doctors to describe their 'unusual' patients, Normal for Nether Wallop.

The fact is that I am determined that anyone arriving into our village is greeted by hedgerows and verges that are flecked with wild flowers rather than the glinting of abandoned tin cans. For even in our rural backwater we are blighted by litter.

As I plod along the road, with my gloves and long stick, I often try to discern the mindset of the car drivers who discard all manners of trash. It's not like you can just drop it or make a misjudged hurl at a waste bin. You have to consciously wind down the window intent on littering the green, unsullied countryside. Why? I have no idea but I suspect my never ending audit of my gatherings might give some clue.

Essentially 9/10ths of what I collect is what you might describe as the detritus of food of the move - coffee cups, energy drinks, soft drink cans, plastic bottles and food wrappers. To date I have never found anything of value or worth keeping though the large blue device, best described, to save blushes, as a sex toy, caused some hilarity. There must also be a secret drinker taking a nip on the way home - there is a regular cache of empty ready mixed Gordon's Gin &Tonic cans. 

Most litter forays will end in a half filled barrow but I'm long past being angry. It is, along with rural crime, the blight of life in the countryside. And I'm not alone in this essential chore. Ask any river keeper whose patch takes in a local picnic spot where the river bed will have to be scoured clean after a sunny weekend.

I guess the only consolation is that the blight of litter is far from being a uniquely British disease. I was jet lagged after returning from a bone fishing trip in the Bahamas where the mangrove swamps are the collectors of ocean rubbish and the white sand beaches as blighted as the green verges of Nether Wallop. It is nothing new. I recall something similar fishing on the northern extremes of The Great Barrier Reef two decades ago. Not that familiarity makes the sight any less depressing but it does illustrate the intellectual conceit that surrounds the current 'save the planet' debate.

David Attenborough's latest opus on Netflix quite rightly highlights the horrible mess we are making of our world and no doubt the dying auks will become the poster children of the cause on social media. But as I stare into the contents of my barrow I know exactly the demographics of the culprits. It is the very generation who will reap the whirlwind of the unfolding environmental catastrophe but it seems to be a generation who like to talk big about saving the oceans without be able to sweat the small stuff. I mean really, if you can't dispose of your litter responsibly, what hope is there? As I say it doesn't make me mad any longer, but it does make me very, very sad.

Postscript: after penning the above piece I headed for the offices of Harper Collins for a marketing meeting on my upcoming Frankel book, which by the way is out on 13/June in time for Father's Day and Royal Ascot. As the meeting finished Helen Ellis, the PR genius to whom I am ever grateful, pushed a copy of the just published Green and Prosperous Land into my hand. 'You'll like this.' she said. And Helen is right. 

The writer Dieter Helm, an Oxford economist and chairman of the National Capital Committee (a government quango) sounds an unlikely ally to find beside you at the barricades. But he's one of us - a fly fisher and the subtitle to his book A Blueprint for Rescuing the British Countryside takes to task the decades of bureaucracy and vested interest of lobbyists that have bought us to our current sorry state. It is more than worth a read and available from Amazon. As is my Frankel book for pre-order; ignore the 11/July date which has been superseded.

Life mimics art

I think there is a phrase 'life mimics art'. If I'm right then writer of 

Salmon Fishing in the Yemen, the late Paul Torday will be grinning from ear-to-ear from whatever cloud he occupies as news comes of a successful salmon farming operation in the United Arab Emirates.

It seems that for the past two years weekly batches of fingerlings from Argyll in Scotland have been flown the 5,000 miles to saltwater tanks of a desert fish farm which is able to perfectly replicate the salinity, temperature and water movement of the Atlantic salmon's native home.

But far from ending in the disaster of Torday's novel the fish are now on the menu for UAE restaurants leapfrogging nearly all other fish to become the second most popular fish in the region, a particularly popular choice for the health conscious young.

You really could not make it up ......

One Fly on the move back

It looks like the One Fly will be making a move back to where it originally began for, in case you haven't heard the news, Lucy and The Peat Spade team have taken over The Grosvenor Hotel in Stockbridge to expand their portfolio.

	Nick (r) with Top Angler Ed Burgass

Lucy tells me the restoration and upgrade of this iconic building on the High Street will be done gradually, but after a brief closure for a major spring clean, it reopened last week. Do drop in or visit the website.

As you know the One Fly is now a biannual event so no Festival this year but we will be back on 23^rd/24^th April 2020. I am delighted to announce that the winning guide from 2011 Nick Parish will be taking over from the late and much missed Peter Roberts as Guide Captain, the pivot on which the whole One Fly swings. 

Thank you Nick for putting your hand up. As they say one volunteer is worth a thousand conscripts.

Details of the 2020 One Fly Festival here.....

New fly packs for 2019

In association with the leading British fly tying company Fulling Mill we have reworked my fly pack selections with a whole new range for 2019.

We still have the seasonal variants for spring, Mayfly, summer and autumn but I have also added a Chalkstream Nymph selection and Grayling selection. 

In addition you will receive a free tapered Fulling Mill leader with each pack specifically chosen to optimise your presentation. So, for instance, there is a 9ft 6lb/3x with the mayflies, a 15ft 2lb/7x for the grayling and so on.

All the packs are available online and will be dispatched the same day direct from us here at Nether Wallop Mill.

The Quiz

More questions to hopefully entertain and enlighten. As ever it is just for fun with the answers at the bottom of the Newsletter.

1)    Who wrote "Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life"?

2)    The 32^nd President of the United States died on this day in 1945. Who was he?

3)    Which are the three most common species of Hirundinidae birds that arrive in Britain, mostly from Africa, around this time of year?

Have a good weekend.

Best wishes,

 

Simon Cooper simon@fishingbreaks.co.uk

Founder & Managing Director

www.fishingbreaks.co.uk

Answers:

1)    Oscar Wilde in his 1889 essay The Decay of Lying.

2)    Franklin Delano Roosevelt

3)    House Martin, Sand Martin and Swallow