My mate Simon was in tow and the first swim we fished was
opposite the infamous Guy’s Cliffe House. An historic country estate built
on a cliff that is still clearly evident today. It’s seen plenty of change in its past and
today it’s a mere ruin, albeit a visually stunning one. The estate has land as far as Blacklow Hill
which was the site on an ancient settlement and location of Piers Gaveston the
1st Earl of Cornwalls beheading.
The erected “Graveston’s Cross” stone to mark the event
exists within the grounds. In more recent times the house was used as the Red
Cross Voluntary Aid Detachment Hospital in the First World War and during the
Second World War as a Boys Home by the Waifs and Strays Society. Today you can
visit the house for Paranormal Investigations and Ghost Hunts, it’s certainly a
spooky place that’s for sure, a summer evening fishing in to dusk is certainly
on the cards. I bet it’s truly haunting.
I had liquidised bread and maggot in the feeder and decided
to alternate between, bread, lobworm and maggot on the hook. Maybe trotting
would have been the better option as the river hasn’t much pace to it and it
was pretty clear too. The huge tree opposite the house gave suitable cover and
the stone steps made an excellent seat which I assume were used in the past to ‘ferry’
people from the house over the river. There was a deep hole in the near margin
so I was hoping that a Perch was lying in wait, but after an hour and a half
with only a solitary bite to show for it I decided to go on a bit of a roving
session.
Some of the downstream swims looked excellent despite being
fished by beer drinking Eastern Europeans judging by the discarded cans. I
tried 6 or 7 swims and remained fishless. The area is a haven for dog walkers
and after a Labrador helped himself to my bread and maggots I decided to try
the swims upstream of the Saxon Mill, it looked very canalified but again some
nice looking swims. It’s more of a trek to the swims by the looks of it and
certainly as an angler who seeks solitude more my thing. I managed to winkle
out a Chublet on worm before calling it a day.
I bumped in to a Warwick angling bailiff as I was packing up
and he told me about some upstream swims that were worth a try so I’ll take
action on his advice. Talking about taking action, as I was making my way above
the mill I walked past some novice Pike anglers who looked like they were more
suited to rowing than fishing. Anyway the bailiff confirmed they didn’t have a
permit. I’m sure better signage would
help as apart from the odd one it wasn’t that clear that you had to be a member
of WDAA. I’ll be back, this time with a trotting set-up and bread. Jeff you know this area very well indeed, so any tips welcome.