Bewl Water.

Note And Photo From :- Kelowna Trout Angler.

Bewl Water.

Bewl Water has the distinction of being in "two" places. If you listen to the news from BBC  Kent, the newsreaders  claim Bewl belongs to them. I suppose the confusion arises because it has a post code which is for Lamberhurst, Kent. However, the reservoir is physically in East Sussex.

Bewl Water

It’s a great place to fish for trout, either from a boat or from the bank. I always hoped that one day they might allow fishing for roach. Perhaps a record might be caught there. Once I had the opportunity to see the huge roach which lie under the trout tanks found out on the water. As the feed was thrown in for the trout, huge shapes would appear from out of the gloom – big roach. They were ‘monsters’. I offered to buy a ticket there and then, but my guide around the water way appologised and told me the ticket was only valid for trout. What a shame. I stood looking at a potential record holder only a short distance away. They might just as well have been miles and an eternity away, they would never be mine. Oh how I wish I had worked for Southern Water in Fisheries, still one can always dream.

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The Ancient Mariner

Note And Photo From:- Kelowna Trout Angler.

The Ancient Mariner.

( Samuel Taylor Coleridge )

Whilst on a trip to England I came across this rather forlorn figure on the harbour at Watchet. I know it’s only a statue but, somehow, it still conveys that message of care to natural things which we should all seek in our lives. Who knows when a fateful blow may be cast to a creature which will be no more.

The Ancient Mariner

Anyway, just down the road from this statue there is a great fish and chip shop. It was to this venue that my senses were drawn as the aroma drifted on the breeze. We purchased  ‘cod and chips for 2’ and went back and sat in the shelter over looking the harbour. So we had a good view, brilliant surroundings, warm sunshine and the seaside dish. What a great way to spend a lunch hour?

We weren’t the only ones to enjoy the view as a coach load of pensioners arrived. Most  ‘hit’ the cafe and tea shops, but two couples had seen us buy the ‘seaside fare’ and they too felt the need to fulfill those moments that we all enjoyed as children by the sea. Except we had all added a few years and the sand was further along the road to be discovered later in the day. I just needed a bucket and spade if I could find a shop selling them.

The whole poem can be read from the link below.

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1959 Shoreham Harbour

Note And Photos From:- Kelowna Trout Angler.

Shoreham Harbour.

Shoreham Harbour, East Sussex, England.

In 1959 life was very different to the present day. Pleasures seem to have been so much simpler. As kids we would go down to the harbour and walk by all the boats which had come in from far away places. Like Newcastle or Sunderland. If a boat came in from Norway or Russia then it came with all the romance that we youngsters could muster.

Were there any pirates? We hoped there would be.

1959 Shoreham Harbour 1

There was timber, coal and petrol in abundence brought in by little coasters.

1959 Shoreham Harbour 2

The quayside had a distinctive smell of tar, oil and the sea which crashed on the shingle at the southern side of the harbour.

1959 Shoreham Harbour 3

I’m sure it was dangerous to play around the industrial area, but we were never driven away. There was a road which ran along the southern side of the harbour canal and it was the evocative smells of the industrial units which drew us. The old gas works would have it’s great piles of coal and the power station worked generating electricity and warm water.  Warm water, which was pushed  along a pipe and out into the sea behind the power station. This warm water outflow gave us good fishing from the beach and again it must have had inherent dangers, which would give modern parents heart failure.

The timber yard and stacks gave a distinctive smell which one can still detect if you walk around any lumber yard.

In the harbour canal there were always crabs to be caught from the walls. We would lower a small piece of fish on the hook. As the bait went down the side of a wall the crabs rushed out and grabbed the offering. They were never of great size, but they added to the excitement of any day out.

There were huge mullet swimming along the sides of the harbour wall and close to the lock gates. These fish were elusive, but they managed to raise the heartbeat as they swam close to the bait. They never played fair. Somehow they knew that the offering was dangerous.

I remember there was an old man ( or so it seemed to us ) who used to row us accross the canal so that we could  run through the "alley" by the gas works and down to the sea. What a joy at the sight of the waves if the tide was in or the marvel of the sand at low tide when we could play football or cricket.

There was always some form of life that inspired the naturalists. There were butterflies, lizards, fish, birds and people.

Shoreham harbour was a great place for kids.

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