|Poole Hall House. Or should it be|
Toad Hall? What a view from
a peg on the Abbey Pool. Jocky
and I tried to pop in for afternoon
tiffin but they set the hounds on us.
|Mmmm . . . chocolate! And some|
nicely manicured bushes
|How does he do it? Is Jocky the|
Hermione Grainger of the riverbank? Or
just a jammy sod? Cast your votes now!
|A fantastic sight. The only thing you|
can't see is the man on the lawn mower
doing his best to put a dent in about
three years worth of grass cutting on
the far bank.
It sounded like a good proposition and after a short haggle, Jocky agreed to accompany me on the short (but heavily laden) walk to the Abbey pool in the shadow of the Georgian mansion. This is a beautiful pool, clotted with trees and reed beds and although a little more exposed and chilly than the others, well worth a visit. We settled in to two pegs nestled in amongst the willows and apart from a few tree casts (bastard things) began pulling out some nice fish.
|Nice! Thought I might get|
the day's prize, but no,
Billy the cat had other ideas!
|Cat. Cat! CAAAT!! Quick, fetch a|
saucer of milk and a scratching post,
The old dog is up to a new trick.
Anyway, there was me thinking that I had fish of the day with my carp bag, when blow me down if there isn't somewhat animated excitement and hullabaloo from my next door neighbour's peg. I sauntered over in Jocky's direction only to hear the strained cries of 'It's a cat! It's a cat'. Surely not? The first catfish on our travels? As I held out the landing net, Jocky reeled his capture to the surface and we both gazed down into the whiskered snout of a large tabby. As we landed the beast and laid congratulations onto the shoulders of the great hunter, we debated how to handle the beast with a mouth the size of a fist. Surely if we took a step closer it would take someone's leg off? Well. it didn't, but it was a marvellous fish of the day. Well done Jocky old son.
As dusk settled, we packed away satisfied and content and hungry for chips. The cafe was closed now but the trip to Poole Hall was a great day out and I would recommend it heartily. Was there anything to complain about. Only the standard of the toilets, which were by far the dirtiest and SCARIEST that I have ever seen in many a trip to a car park this side of Middle Earth. Still you can always use the bushes or knock the door of the Mansion House. Good luck.
|Amidst fishing success, Jocky gets asked to lift his feet so|
that the grass underneath can be mowed.