Piscatorial Quagswagging
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Showing posts with label Pike. Show all posts
Sunday, 27 September 2026

Warwickshire Avon - Row-Royce's and Roentgenography

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The padlocked security gate was open, which immediately meant that the other locked security gate would probably be open too, and as it turn...
Monday, 21 September 2026

Warwickshire Avon - The Untrodden Pt.56

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There are certain noises in life that a sensible man learns to recognise, and one of them is the faint, nagging ache coming from the lower b...
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Sunday, 6 September 2026

Warwickshire Avon - The Untrodden Pt.54

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I was genuinely surprised the other day when Sam announced that he wanted to go fishing. This is becoming something of a rare event these da...
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Friday, 31 July 2026

Warwickshire Avon - The Untrodden Pt.52

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You know how it goes. You can spend what feels like 5 or 6 weeks watching the garden slowly turn into the Gobi Desert, the rivers dropping a...
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Tuesday, 23 June 2026

Warwickshire Avon - Salt-Guns and Salamandroids

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Well, if the Met Office are to be believed, Stratford-upon-Avon could be nudging 40 degrees this week. Forty! That's not weather for War...
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