Monthly Archives: June 2012

  • Monday 25th June 2012

    Just back from the BFFI where we sold lots of books and had lots of fun and some nice food with Sven-Olov and Lena. Only one day more before Luke and I leave for Scone and the Scottish Game Fair - I've somehow got to lose a trailer-full of flyfishing literature (it's been done before!) - and start afresh with a wagonload of deer-stalking and grouse shooting books. We then migrate to Northern Ireland for the Game Fair at Shanes Castle.
    As I was emptying the trailer this afternoon a young ferret appeared. He spent the afternoon with me before I took him back to the nearby travellers' campsite where he was immediately claimed by a little boy who ran off carrying it (the ferret) by its head. Poor little chap. The ferret.
    This was third weekend of floods in a row, and the third Monday morning that I've been able to escape to the river for an hour and come home with a fish. This morning I hit six sea-trout before one stayed on. The last and best eventually came to the net; a solid silver four-pounder.

  • Wednesday 20th June 2012

    The Welsh Game Fair was close to being a wash-out; driving rain and wind throughout the day meant that I never opened my stand on Saturday. Sunday was brighter and saved the weekend. On Monday I once again crept out for an hour for a sea-trout on the falling flood. The river had cleared but I still hooked four fish on my smallest Toby; two threw the hook but I brought two of them home, three pounds and two.
    Yesterday I joined a trip out of Pwllheli for black bream. Maybe all the fresh water has had an affect; not a bream or a mackerel was to be found. In desperation I started filleting dogfish. Then, at the end of the day, we flagged down a passing fishing boat and bought lobsters and spider crabs. I had arranged a family dinner last night, confident of mackerel. As it turned out I only caught one all day, so we had that as sashimi together with sea-trout gravlax, calamari (unused bait!) and a couple of lobsters - so we didn't go hungry after all.

  • Wednesday 13th June 2012

    A busy week in Machynlleth - we made the national news several days running with serious floods and threats of dams breaking. Fortunately the books, and our feet, remained relatively dry, and the waters have receded for the time being. On Saturday evening we ventured to the Llanbrynmair lakes, where it was quite cool and the levels were very high, but we had good sport with fish of around a pound. The big Gwyddior trout didn't show; nor did the giant sedges. I think both need more settled weather.
    On the way we were treated to the sight of a male spar mobbing a female goshawk.
    As the floods receded I managed an hour on the river before work on Monday morning. A sea-liced three-pounder in the net put a smile on my face!
    Today I'll be loading up for the Welsh Game Fair which will be at a new location - the show ground in Carmarthen.

  • Wednesday 13th June 2012 part two!

    Didn't I always say what wonderful people police officers are? No? Well I will from now on.
    My trailer and books have had a very interesting holiday to a traveller's site in the West Midlands. The books were unloaded, fortunately somewhere dry, while their temporary owners wondered what on earth they could do with them. Meanwhile the trailer seems to have been busy, collecting two different registration numbers chalked on the back and acquiring a new flooring of diesel and broken glass.
    When it was pointed out that the books were so valuable that anyone stealing them would be likely to incur a prison sentence the surprised and kind travelling man jumped in his van and travelled all the way to Aberystwyth to deliver my trailer and books to the Police Station there. The books have had rather a battering but seem very glad to be home!

  • Saturday 9th June 2012

    Little news on the book & trailer thefts. We did spot the vehicle on a closed-circuit TV camera; it was a grey Transit van and just took five minutes (early on Monday evening) to get in and out, towing my trailer.
    A customer just pointed out that other people are listing some of my books on Abebooks more cheaply than me (he was thinking about the stolen books). A quick search for the book in question, Plu Stiniog, showed ten other supposed-booksellers listing it. Actually not one of the listers actually has any stock! They are all listing from the ISBN agency's lists of books in print, then try to source the book if they get an order. As the publisher I control the supply (apart from thefts!) so I know who actually has stock, and by restricting the trade price I try to ensure that no-one offers it too cheaply. If you compare my listings with other sellers on ABE you can see who actually has books because real booksellers include a thorough description. These other listers are just stealing the basic information. Some actually say that the book is in stock - an absolute lie!

  • Wednesday 6th June 2012

    Over the weekend bandits stealing old steel shelving from my warehouse also took a trailer full of books. The stock from the Dutch Fly Fair had been stored there, ready for the BFFI. I can't imagine what a West Midlands scrap dealer is going to do with half a ton of fly-tying books, even if they include some of our beautiful leather editions. Reckon they'll just get dumped in the rain somewhere. However, on the outside chance that anyone out there gets offered some cheap fishing books…

  • Sunday 3rd June 2012

    A day of gardening yesterday - I got everything planted before a night of rain which will give them a good start. Now I can leave the assistant gardener to do the weeding while I try to sell some books.
    A wrecking trip out of Caernarfon on Wednesday was all the pollack fishing that I need, or want, for this year; a weekly meal of fish and chips is now assured.
    Two short evenings at the hill lakes were not quite so productive. At Gwyddior I caught lots of small fish, which is very unusual. Luke played the heron, stalking monsters in the shallows, spectacularly hooking and being smashed by two of them. A nightjar flitted past in the dusk but the hoped-for sedge hatch never materialised. The second evening, at the shepherd's pool, wasn't easy but did provide enough of the sweetest pink-fleshed trout for a fine breakfast. I still don't understand how this apparently acid environment supports calcium-dependant pea cockles and daphnia, and some (but only some) of the trout feed heavily on these, outgrowing their fellows in size and taste.

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