Tuesday, 12 July 2011

Fishing 1.





What makes fly – fishing unique? Is it unique or is it an idea that’s been attached to it? There are easier ways of fishing, all you really need to catch a fish is a piece of string, a hook, and a worm. Are the fancy rods, reels, floating lines, intermediate lines, sinking lines, leaders and tippets necessary?

When I started fly-fishing about seven years ago, it was something I always wanted to do, I even bought a couple of books about it in the 70’s, (I still have those books). As far as I knew fly-fishing was just for catching trout, other fish weren’t exalted enough to catch by this holy method. In any case where would I find trout? Other fish could be found in any piece of water, but trout needed clear mountain streams in places that were out of my reach.

I have always fished. One of my earliest memories is a hook in the calf of my right leg. My uncle Ralph cut the point and barb off the hook with a pliers, and pulled the hook out. He praised me for being brave, and said I was now a true fisherman. (I hadn’t caught a fish yet). I must have been between five and six years old.

While we were living in Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, in the 1950’s, I remember nagging my father to stop at a stream that ran about 100m below the road on the way home from boarding school. This was when he used to fetch my brother and I from boarding school in a small town called Chipinga. This happened every time we passed this spot, at least once a month. My nagging was to no avail. At this point I must have been about nine years old.

Then one Friday on our way home from boarding school, my dad suddenly slowed the car, and turned off the road to the pool. In the boot of the car he had a small rod, reel with line, floats, hooks and a can of worms. “Now you can fish for the next two hours he said.” I was delirious with joy.


To continue (as they say in the classics).

Day & Night.

http://vernacularcurate.blogspot.com/2011/07/synodical-diversion.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheVernacularCurate+%28The+Vernacular+Curate%29

Interesting video!

Champagne Castle

Took a drive out to the Berg yesterday and took some photos.


Click on photos to enlarge.


Neat farm in the Champagne Valley, this is a working farm but also a conference and wedding venue. One of those places where you pay through your nose to tie the knot.


More photos of the same farm. This farmers has some very serious fencing.


Distant view of Champagne Castle from the same farm.


Closer view.


This photo of Champagne Castle taken from the grounds of the Dragon Peaks Resort. 


Next to Dragon Peaks Resort is the famous Drakensberg Boy's Choir. A boarding school where boys up to the age of about 13, (when their voice breaks) study music. The choir tours all over the world every year.


ww.drakensberg-tourism.com/drakensberg-boys-choir.htmlww.

Freedom/water

Here's an interesting web page. In SA you have to pay the Govt. for any water pumped from a  borehole you paid for, it seems in the US you have to pay for rain water you have collected.




http://www.naturalnews.com/029286_rainwater_collection_water.html#ixzz1RmSCl4H4

As the piece says soon you will have to pay for the air you breath, Universities and others already own 20% of your genetic code, so you will soon have to pay them for the body you inhabit!


Gorges of Gorges Grouse beat me to this one.http://gorges-smythe.blogspot.com/2011/07/saving-rain-water-is-illegal.html







Monday, 11 July 2011

Please do not disturb.

This is so good!

From the blog of mad priest, he's good too.http://revjph.blogspot.com/

Worthwhile blogs.

Here's a blog worth looking at, the blog is good, the are comments are just as good!!


http://archbishop-cranmer.blogspot.com/2011/07/did-news-of-world-conspire-in-treason.html

Enjoy.

Village Gossip

The Italian Leprechaun owed me for a favour I did for him, I choose as repayment breakfast at the Village Gossip. Village Gossip is a tea garden/restaurant, serving teas/coffee, breakfast and light lunches, right on the main road in Estcourt. It's also the oldest settler cottage, circa 1850, in Estcourt and a National Monument.


Click on photos to enlarge.


 View of the cottage from the tea garden.


View of the front veranda.


Tables set out on the veranda. The black board on the wall has the day's menu.


National Monuments plague on the wall. This means that this building may not be altered in anyway, or additions made.
Part of the garden seen from the cottage veranda.


We choose to have breakfast inside rather than in the garden or on the veranda, at 10 Celsius it was a bit chilly. The interior of the cottage is a bit of a museum with all sorts of displays. Breakfast was ham, eggs, sausage and toast, good dose of cholesterol with which to start the day. Home made marmalade with the toast.


Detail of the fireplace. Note the yellow wood floors, an indigenous timber that would cost you an arm and a leg if you tried to purchase some today.


This Nescafe add was especially made by the Nestle coffee factory in Estcourt for display in the cottage.


Quite a few people have that blood type. Mine is tea, but I did have a big pot of filter coffee for breakfast.


Display of hand made dolls, someone in Estcourt makes them. The photo on the top left of the display cabinet is of the Anglican church in Estcourt, also built in 1850.


Close up of one of the dolls. The realism of these dolls is quite uncanny.