



we started meeting up with the stainy boys pedro Snider and the colmic lads and all agreed it could be on of the hardest years we'd fished





after collecting bicko's fags during the the crossing










after docking its only a matter of 20minutes before you are at the citta complex .as we disembarked yes your guest it the windscreen wipers were on YES it was raining and as windy as hell



we decided to take a look at the canal before heading into town for some breakfast

this was our first look at the canal and none of us could believe the damage the long hard winter had done







and as we drove down the canal which is the best part of 3 miles long we didn't see another angler














by the time we had sorted our digs out which happened to be next to pat the organiser it was nearly time for a few beers again




first in the bar was our old mates the colmic boys and of course hogging the pool table

that was until they met Mr Barr our secret weapon [well we were is carers for the week ::) ::)]HAY-UP-LADS would become the saying of the week and you could expect to hear it a 1000 times a day




that was unless he fell a sleep and then it was giant ZZZZZs and snoring





but as always good for a laugh



part 2 the beginning of extracting info which seamed to be like rocking horse sh#t