I'm sitting in the cafe writing the diary up this morning as we have a fault on our telephone line at home - so unfortunately there might be a delay until the next day before we can reply to emails - depending on when they come in - we will get back to you ASAP though!
So for those of you interested in the fishing first:
Last night Phil (who many of you will know as a regular leader in our matches) managed to land a 21lb mirror carp on his float tackle, on a single grain of sweetcorn! This is a great example of why all anglers should carry a landing mat - not just on our site but everywhere - it's good practice and looking after the fish which is the main thing! Well done Phil!
This last week there's been a selection of other big fish out including a 25lb common, a 17 1/2 grassie and the usual host under and around the 15lb mark.
Unfortunately I've haven't managed to find the time to get out fishing yet - here's hoping that when Dad's new lad Jamie returns from Eygpt I'll get chance!
So now for a few of my little stories!
Vera who's stays with Phil has been telling me some of the craic this week. Apparently one of our guests found themselves alone on the bank in the dark at about 10pm. We've had the odd lightening storm - but on this particular evening the sights had nothing to do with lightening! Our guest is absoloutely convinced that the ghost of a lady riding a horse came across Lonsdale (from the point) towards her!
This isn't the first slightly odd report we've had - but I've never heard a story of a lady to do with Lonsdale - I'll try and do some research and let you know if I find anything!
Thursday night found me fighting with a freeview box. Cumbria has been the first area which was subjected to freeview and the digital switch over. As part of the change over we have to keep retuning our boxes (which when you have 18 of the things is slightly more of a challenge)
However this one was quite the problem! After an hour of swapping boxes, cables, retuning, moving aerials, getting up onto the roof, I was getting nowhere. So I did what all strong independent kids do. I rang my Dad!
So out comes Dad, and of course together we came up with a plan. A Drinkall plan. Now at University I'm well known for the 'Drinkall plan'. Unfortunately every once while a plan gets away from you.
Dad decided that it was definately the tree behind the caravan causing the problem all of a sudden. (No I'm not sure why but I went with it) So I clambered up the branch hanging ominously over the Caravan and aerial and attached a strap. And we began to saw.
And saw.
As the branch cracked I was hanging off the strap to try and pull it out away. But I'm only a little Drinkall! Dad dived round to grab the strap, and together we were heaving away. Really jumping and yanking on it. The branch was cracking ominously.
And on our biggest heave......... nothing!!
The branch was cut through and we'd heaved, what was going on? - the branches were clear! Dad turned round to look at me.... And watched the horror leap up my face as completely unaided the branch crashed down onto the aerial!
Oh dear! (Bugger! we said)
Luckily we lifted it off and there was only a few bent vanes.
Inside the van there was still no picture! Damn! 3 hours after starting and still no picture!
In the end I came up with a plan of my own. A plan so cunning Baldrick, you could pin a tail on it and call it a weasel! I hooked up the aerial from the nearest caravan to the problem Telly. Every aerial lead we possessed was taped up and strung tenously through the grass and trees.
Bingo! Perfect picture!
Don't worry I've found the fault and we've fixed the problem permanently now, with a lovely picture.
Now the really exciting news is our baby fish! Dad and I have been collecting some of the baby carp from the lake at home. So we have our very own baby Mark Simmons pure breds!
They're very cute! And we're looking after them to make sure in 5 years time they'll be real monsters!
I took a photo of one last night to show you, we've got both mirror babies and common babies.
So Dad and I went out to check them when we finished about 7 o'clock and we were just moving the babies over when a flash of bright blue and emerald green, a Kingfisher swooped Dad's head!
He must have been upset that we were moving in on his territory!
This is our second pair, one pair live around Reed Lake, and this little fellow lives down at home.
I settled down onto the bank to watch him fly round and hunt.
It's not a bad life is it!
This is Walter Junior!(In case you don't remember Walter is the huge monster carp that Dad is hunting after - and he's named for a fish from a film called 'On Golden Pond' - A great film that I think most of you would love!)
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