Feast or Famine!
Three very different months were the way of things from January through to March and the title reflects the results. Six weeks of the best or worst, depending on how you look at it! My habit of the last few years has been to spend around two weeks of each month at my old van.
January started with torrential rain that closed roads and washed out bridges throughout our area. So I fished the last half instead; sometimes, being retired provides the luxury of flexibility. I was still unpacking the wagon when Eddy came over for a chat; he recognised my boat from a few years back. It was ten years actually and he could not believe that I could still remember
