Hi Ruth et alia, Good to hear from you and the photies are lovely. Does your cryptic ref to Yeate's little silver fish mean that you've hooked that monster pike, and maybe even recovered your wobbler ????? Your public is all agog for the next therrrrilling instalment. Nice word -agog- always make me think of ancient British deities, but I think that' Gog and Magog. Much love, your venerable Pa.
No, but as you can see from later posts we have now. It was actually the way Miss T. was scoffing her berries that reminded me of the poem. I don't know if that was what he meant by hooking a berry to a thread?
It's partly the fact of having caught them yourself that makes them tasts so much better. Even more so if cooked in the open air. It's like the smell of bacon cooking over a camp fire - so much better than cooking in a kitchen- really gets the juices going !!! It's what childhood memories are made of. Regards, Mike. P.s. Aren't we being atavistic ?? if that's the right word. We're all cave men at heart.
Pat, the children love the perch, I'm not so keen. Maybe you have to catch it yourself and then get your Mum to cook it for it to taste just right.
Mum, can you come over and test my theory please?
Mike, you should see Miss T. wielding the surgical scissors with such precision as she delicately dissects (guts) the fish, not much cave woman there, honest!
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Hi Ruth et alia, Good to hear from you and the photies are lovely. Does your cryptic ref to Yeate's little silver fish mean that you've hooked that monster pike, and maybe even recovered your wobbler ????? Your public is all agog for the next therrrrilling instalment. Nice word -agog- always make me think of ancient British deities, but I think that' Gog and Magog. Much love, your venerable Pa.
No, but as you can see from later posts we have now.
It was actually the way Miss T. was scoffing her berries that reminded me of the poem.
I don't know if that was what he meant by hooking a berry to a thread?
My brother and I used to catch perch in Lake Windermere and then Mum cooked them - delicious!
It's partly the fact of having caught them yourself that makes them tasts so much better. Even more so if cooked in the open air. It's like the smell of bacon cooking over a camp fire - so much better than cooking in a kitchen- really gets the juices going !!! It's what childhood memories are made of. Regards, Mike. P.s. Aren't we being atavistic ?? if that's the right word. We're all cave men at heart.
Pat, the children love the perch, I'm not so keen. Maybe you have to catch it yourself and then get your Mum to cook it for it to taste just right.
Mum, can you come over and test my theory please?
Mike, you should see Miss T. wielding the surgical scissors with such precision as she delicately dissects (guts) the fish, not much cave woman there, honest!
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