Burnt
Super Moderator

When we turned up on Saturday morning pit 6 looked a bit on the busy side, certainly my preferred pegs were covered. Although the point was empty, it just isn’t worth the GBH to the lug holes from the missus when trying to reverse the caravan down there......

Pit five was looking surprisingly devoid of the usual weekend crowds so decided to give it a bash. Now I don’t pretend to know a lot about pit five but do know it has been know to produce from the margins around this

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Just had another weekend on Pit 6, arrived in scorching heat on Friday afternoon and was surprised to see plenty of pegs free on both 5 and 6. Preferring the extra space on pit 6 I had a nose down there first. Fish were lumping up in the weed off the railway bank even though this was on the back of the wind. The grass has dried out that much along this bank that even a gentle slope had become lethal to my old trainers and I nearly ended up on my derrière more than once just taking a look at the

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Laid up from work with back trouble the doctor put me on a medication that was on the prohibited list in my line of work. Not one to waste a chance to get on the bank pit 6 became my new home away from home in the caravan.
My first choice of peg was next to the point the on the railway bank, fish were cruising there as I set up but by the time I had my rods out the fish had vanished again. The weed is nowhere near as prolific on this peg as it has been in previous years and it doesn’t appear

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Three days in work without medication and I was in agony with my back again. So out came the pills and the rods again.
The boulders peg looked pretty promising but turned out to be a bit of a nightmare for casting and my back. We had to shift the caravan on the Monday for the grass cutter to get round so a move at the same time seemed like a good idea. Little Lee was on the double peg but let us pull the caravan in behind him as we were going to be away during the day and he planned on leaving

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After a couple of minor sessions down the complex (odd afternoons with nothing much to write home about) it was time for another overnight session. As usual the caravan was hauled down there on Saturday morning and with the wind and weather looking favourable for my old faithful first peg of the railway bank on pit six that where I pitched up camp.
A few fish were showing at distance over the first and second bars but these were way out of my meagre casting skills range. My hope was that

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