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Letters From Arcadia: December 2007
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Sunday, December 23, 2007. The Clank of the Apothecary's Bottle. Hallucinations on the birdtable. Caught by the river. Wednesday, December 12, 2007. Dead Mans Cove Flows Back Down The Absinthe. Dead man's cove came a-knocking here, a swell on the road, conger lobs washed past and set off speed cameras, fish clinging to wrecked trees just to stay in the rivers. 65532;photo: dead man's cove under laure's kitchen window last sunday. Roasting spuds on the ceasefire round the birdtable. Caught by the river.
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Letters From Arcadia: August 2007
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Friday, August 31, 2007. When To Catch Them. Dick walker's two bites a day sounds optimistic this week: red moons and north east winds, right raspers making the fleece feel cheap. fingers too numb to turn the pages of dave steuart's classic to see if there's a "when" chapter still left to write. You and me, we're slaves to different ends of the day. i'd probably catch more if i fished a morning. you might if you took a flask of afternoon tea and sat till the gin was delivered on that red moon tray. Yeste...
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Letters From Arcadia: Birdman
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Tuesday, June 3, 2008. Have you really been down at Walker's Pitch or was that phone call from closer to home, a sweetcorn can on string from the top of the Heath? Spooky Tooth back on the birdtable. Caught by the river. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Letters From Arcadia is. The weekly correspondence between angling's most original contemporary writers, John Andrews and Dexter Petley. Caught By The Links. Caught By The River. Caught by the river. View my complete profile. Letters From Arcadia is.
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Letters From Arcadia: September 2007
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Friday, September 28, 2007. Who Knows Where The Time Goes. Glimpse of a wren on the birdtable. Caught by the river. Wednesday, September 19, 2007. Or are they the mortgage flock queing up to take their feed out of the foot&mouth bank? Wicker basket men at the weigh-in, the day 5drams of bleak took the sweepstake. the roach in the rollneck jumper looks familiar. there must have been a hole in frank barlow's keepnet. How did your olympic wildies running on chic pea fuel become these gas guzzlers? Noose, th...
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Letters From Arcadia: Drive-By-Chicken
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Tuesday, May 20, 2008. Close season confessions of a carp fisher on the birdtable. Caught by the river. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Letters From Arcadia is. The weekly correspondence between angling's most original contemporary writers, John Andrews and Dexter Petley. Caught By The Links. Caught By The River. Taught By The River. Mowing Days Are Here Again. Caught by the river. View my complete profile. Letters From Arcadia is. Letters From Arcadia is.
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Letters From Arcadia: October 2007
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007. Fishing In The Company Of Epiphany Proudfoot. The road to wales is a cosmic highway, littered with giant pumpkins and louis cyphre filling stations. my soundtrack for the way home was 'angel-heart' with the immortal line, "so you know johnny favourite after all? North wind all week, flocks of starlings on the chimney pots. And a chicken from the woods on the birdtable. Caught by the river. Thursday, October 18, 2007. Half - Time and Bare Spools. Caught by the river. Tuesday, ...
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Letters From Arcadia: Wardrobe Up The River Orne
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Saturday, July 5, 2008. Wardrobe Up The River Orne. I launched the wardrobe myself last week, afloat up the gorge, the echo of goat bells and the slap of waves. no more shit-pit tossers on quads or bottle chucking scum-bags. just this:. Set up camp under gnarled oaks and sunken houses, baited up the old road home and one beside the bush once at the end of madame birkin's garden, 8 feet of post-war flood over it now. It's the only way to fish narnia:. The line, the hitch and the wardrobe on the birdtable.
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Letters From Arcadia: February 2008
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Tuesday, February 26, 2008. I did manage a scrape-through double a week back. remember those stuttery half-seven bleeps i was getting? Well, nothing came by except a pheasant to roost in the tree beside me and squirk till i packed in. since then the leaves have sprung on the willows, three muskrats have set up an underground station beside my pond and a calf was born in the field opposite:. Solar panel where the bird table was. Caught by the river. Wednesday, February 13, 2008. Caught by the river. I pac...
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Letters From Arcadia: Bustewr Crabbe's Baitdropper
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Tuesday, June 17, 2008. A large splash in the distance on the birdtable. Caught by the river. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Letters From Arcadia is. The weekly correspondence between angling's most original contemporary writers, John Andrews and Dexter Petley. Caught By The Links. Caught By The River. Caught by the river. View my complete profile. Letters From Arcadia is. The weekly correspondence between anglings two most original contemporary writers, John Andrews and Dexter Petley.
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Letters From Arcadia: Pilgrims Progress
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008. That really was me on the speaking tube, live from walker's pitch as carp made weirpools over the baits. the last thing either of us expected, because as you know:. I've never owned a mobile phone. Nor never hope to own one. Because when i'm away from home. The nokia baked-bean tin was a mike walker set-up. he says: when d'you last talk to that ja? 65532;and the wind seemed set, the fish all pushing and shoving at the trolley so i hung hooks for tea and narcissism up at the hut,...
