June

Yes, the month when all life bursts forth and it doesn't get dark until gone ten o clock. Magic.

Along with fellow blogger and old mate Waaaak I've been hounded with van trouble recently. "Check Engine" says the computer.

It could be this, it could be that, said the mechanic. All manner of fixes tried and still     "Check Engine". Until yesterday when they found the ( very expensive) fault. FFS.

But, as grumpiness started to intrude as the realisation that very many pounds were heading out of my dwindling bank account, I remembered the phrase that Jake Humphrey has tattooed on his wrist. 

Momento Mori. Remember you die. 

Now, you may think that's a bit morbid, but far from it. It's a reminder to seize the day ( Carpe Diem...the Latin prufundities just keep coming ). So, a few quid spent on a vehicle shouldn't trouble a sixty year old well on the way to the abyss.

This week the only work I've done is a few local jobs where I can use a wheel barrow to get the tools to the job. Necessity is the mother of invention ( Plato...😆 ).

I've been out on lots of very short sessions after the bass and mullet, with little success, but have found where they're holed up up at present. Rod and net secured on the bike, few bits in my pockets and I'm away.

The garden, which previously looked like a pikey yard, has been filled with tubs and plants, along with the raspberries, which have come through via suckers from next door, delivering a free feast with no effort on my part.

Highlight of the week was The Day I Mended The Umbrella. Yes, the lightweight, weedy Angling Direct thing that the Dutch winds destroyed. 

From this....

To this....

I was victorious !

Now, you may be thinking "You boring old bstard, blogging about your garden and fixing an umbrella" and you may well be right, but I've also been planning the mid-late summer month long camper tour of somewhere in Europe.

When I say planning, I mean farting about on the Internet looking for fishing spots and places to park up near rivers and lakes. 

This evening I'm back with the lure rod after bass, if this horrible easterly wind eases up.

Fill yer boots, it's the lovely month of June.