Parlour Pool Part 2

I blanked.

Lee blanked.

Richard caught a bootlace.

I doubt very much that I will ever make the mistake of sitting in the parlour pool for 14 hours again. It was a Friday and it was not too busy and I simply should have had a roam around. I am fairly sure that had their been any barbel in the area one of us would have caught something. I tried 2 approaches in different parts of the pool and neither produced any bites at all.

In fact I have mixed feelings about the Royalty. The river itself looks nice and offers ample opportunity for the roving angler during the week, evenings are invariably busy and it is the nearest thing to a commercial barbel fishery I have ever seen. The manicured meadows, the access, the rules, the crazy sprint from the car park in a morning. That is something that doesn’t quite sit right with me, besides I can’t sprint without risking my health and the health of any innocent bystander that I may collapse upon.

In saying all that there is something magical, historcal and humbling about the Royalty. It is something of an oasis when you consider the surroundings and so on balance I have decided that I will be fishing there again this week and I hope to have some rather better news.

Conrad