Kannu has never fished, poor chap. My fault altogether. Specially being a bong kid. What a shame. But there is a reason, he wasnt very keen on slimy stuff. But he is now a man and should know fishing at least. So I decided to take him fishing and hope to get him to learn about it. He was a bit squeamish about it before but he was fine. Here are some of the photographs of the trip. We actually didn't manage to catch anything but had several bites. He also caught one but lost it at the last moment. Poor chap. But still, something to learn about.
I grew up fishing in Bhopal, with nets, with mud dams and of course with fishing rods. Caught small fish, large fish, crabs, you name it. I love fishing, i think its one of the most relaxing activities that you can do, as long as you don't get excited. It teaches you patience. And now that people frown on hunting, fishing is the best activity. I don't understand how people can get excited about hunting say foxes but are ok with me hunting trout. Anyway, that’s for another day and another blog.
One of my colleagues has a brother who runs these courses, we had about 10 of us, each who ponied up about £30 quid, this included everything including training, rods and equipment, breakfast and lunch and a full day of individual coaching help and fun.
We parked the car and popped out of the car to see this giant sculpture of a fish. 
No vehicles beyond this point. Ok. 
We started walking to the main house. 
oh! hello, lovely red berries and a great dew laden spiders web. 
A small stream. 
This is the storage and weighing shed. You weigh at the scale and then use the roll of plastic bags to wrap it up. 
there are two lakes, this is the first one. 
And the main house where we have the meals. I decided to walk around the place
Couple of small ponds with fish. 
The Derwent River
Its really a lovely little river although calling it a river sort of made me chuckle. 
The path winds up next to the river. 
It was quite wet and damp
Looking up the road. 
Its a shallow river, hardly 1 feet in depth. 
The upper lake
Another pond, with the teenagers. 
A top pond with the adult fish. 
Zillions of them. 
Walking back next to the Derwent River. 
One of the aerating machines. This helps to oxygenate the water. 
Looking over the lake. 
Our guide had arrived and he is now setting up the equipment. So we decided to to have another walk. 
Heading down the road. 
There were people out there already
Another father and son couple. 
This is the lower lake. 
Coming down to the end of the road
Two tiny lovely looking horses. 
This lake isnt as clear. 
Dever Springs, the entrance. Lovely place. 
A weeping willow
A small side channel. 
On the right is the Derwent River. 
And this channel pushes the water into the two lakes. 
A life preserver. 
Wet ivy climbing up a tree. 
The channel is lined with nets. 
The final entrance of the little channel into central pool
A little loader
Which presumably removes crud like this…..the maintenance on the lakes must be quite a bit
Couple of aerating machines in the central pool. 
Heading back to the main house. 
The flies are being hooked into the rods. 
Rack of Rods.
Then one of the chaps from the fishery said that he is going to go restock the lake. They pick up adult fish from the tiny ponds and them move them into the main lakes. Something to check, eh? 
Here’s the pond. 
So he unhooked a net and then dragged it out to the corner. 
See?
The fish were thrashing away. And then he would pick up a whole bunch of them and walk over to the main pool and dump them.
Can you see the fish below the crystal clear water? Its alive, but gasping for breath. or what passes for breathing inside water. 
The rest of the gang were ready
He is fixing the net which he used to take out the fish from the birthing pools. 
He has caught a fish and the other chap is using the net to reel the fish in. 
The fish is frothing up a storm.
Now this should be brilliant in the summer when its not cloudy…
Somebody had a bit of an accident in the trees. 
some of the younger fish thrashing up the pool. 
And one of the fish which has given up the ghost. Do fish turn into ghosts? 
Some of the fry
A fishing pond
Then a bit of training on how to cast and reel. 
Ready to rock. 
Casting
Reeling it in. 
He is blending into the green. 
The sun came out. 
Looks brilliant, no?
Sadly, the weather didnt last, and it started chucking it down. Got very miserable actually. But it was a fun time.
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