The Saxon Ponds

This is the page for The Saxon PondsPete's Ponds, on 'www.crucians.org' one of 'Pete's Waters'.

In 2010 or so, I was searching for background information about 'Luckfield Lake...as I was still trying get to grips with it...' and stumbled across an image of a page from Peter Rolfe's book "The Net on the Garage WallIf you have a copy of this, you should treasure it.", which had a reference to Luckfield Lake. Shortly after this, in one of those instances of striking serendipity that cause even the most rational of empiricists to pause for a moment and consider the odds, a contributor to "Crock of Gold"If you're puzzled why crucians from different waters don't always look the same; or why stocking with crucian carp can be such a gamble - why they sometimes disappear for years or, at the other extreme, why they sometimes run riot and take over a pond - then read on"" asked for my opinion on a related matter. So swiftly putting two-and-two together and arriving at a result greater than 'four' (as is my wont) I contacted Peter to see if he might tell me anything about Luckfield Lake. As it happened, Pete was considering putting together a websiteThe website of the 'Crucian Crusader' for all things crucian.

Some months and some correspondence passed and I became the 'webmaster' for www.crucians.org and following on from that, I became a lucky member of the Saxon Pond Dabblers. Below are JAA's diary entries for The Saxon Ponds in chronological order, since my first trip here in 2011 to the present day in July 2018. There are a few figures at the bottom of this page, it that sort of thing is of interest.

It's funny how things work out.

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2011: crucian 3rd May 2011. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Might tell you some more about the day later. Might not.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' A good carassius to start off with 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' The view from my second swim 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' The view from my second swim 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' a perfectly fine tinca
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' a considerably better than fine tinca 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' towards the end of the pond 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' the dam, anglers for the seating of 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' almost sunset on a fine fine days angling

2011: crucian 16th June 2011. 'Pete's PondsThe Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. The 16th, a ceremony day and one should, if at all possible, celebrate between lily pads with tench. This is of course something of a dream. This high-day's pond is untrammelled, uncivilised even, with no boards, scalpings or gravelcrunch, even the path around the lake is little more than shorter buttercups than those on either side, the whole enclosed in a small green valley. The main concession to mankind is the double sleeper that provides the bridge (and I dignify it) across the source of the ponds' life blood at the valley's tip.

N.'s nicked the first of the best fishable lily swims, quite right too, but made room for me to sashay by his spot. Making a space among the buttercups, I did no more than plonk a fine cane tipped porc. quill by the lilies and wait for something to happen. N. recommended bread so I started with that and a few thin hemp scatters. Very little happened for 20 minutes, except N. showing me a 1¾lb crucian, a wondrous gleaming treasure that didn't deserve so light a weight. I missed a twitch-bob and when P. turned up, doing the rounds, I got a firm, obliging bite and something bolted hard into the pads and pulled out the hook. I was reminded they go hard here.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' right hand patch 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' left hand patch 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' three perfect pitches
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' 'one' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' 'two' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' 'three'

After this I caught one, two, then three carassius all about 1lb, small tench plugging the gaps. This continued during the sun's patches, scudding clouds moving too fast for rain until late lunch, then we had the first of the showers that stropped down the valley like a haughty mezzo-soprano making the noise of tearing newspaper. Calm intervals are scented with wood-smoke and damp earth and have the expectancy of fish edging out from the pads' shelter. Crucian arrived in clumps of like size, some hand sized and two stunning fish that went 1½lb and 1lb 10oz. On top of these riches were tench that pulled very hard despite their lack of size, perhaps 1¾lb the largest. After several mini Sturm-und-Drangs, I missed a sitter, bumped another and then lose a fish in a massive swirl, near carp-like. No mudpigs here though.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''4' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'onemoretinca 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''5' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'yetanother tinca 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'one of the better ones
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'I love these shreds of mist after rain 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'expectant after the rain 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''one half dozen' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''lucky number seven' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''8'
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''9' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''10' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''11' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the pitch 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the whole point, a whole dozen, this at 1lb 10oz

The crucian fight is hard and fast, rattling up the line from the fast tail beat, the carp has a slower beat and a draught-horse pull, the tinca's softer muffled beat from the big flexible screws nature provides it. A big tinca then, or big for the pond, a reminder that seldom caught tench fight really hard, harder than 'king' carp pound for pound, as hard as a 'wildie'. Crucians are not be sneezed at, they have a sudden standing-start power and even a 1lb fish races across the swim and pushes hard into the pad-stalks. Roach, rudd and perch all slower off the mark and quicker to give in.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'reduced to a number ('13') at 1½lb 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''forteen' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'no bad ones... 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'rain, rain... 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'...do as you like I'm not going home.
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the float 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'the float, the pads 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''15' so handy in dominoes 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''16', square 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'prime, '17'

The swim fades and the last bite 40 minutes later gives up another 1lb gold-service plate, I realise that concentration is shredded after five hours of rapt attention to a needle-slim piece of bamboo. I take a stroll about, noting a flower not seen yet, tall, lightweight cow parsley like, mauve flower heads. This, I later find out is Valerian, once and still used as a sedative, possibly the last thing you'd need at this well in reality's surface. There are buttercup petals floating on the pond-surface, gently wavering from the under-squirm, so sated, pack away, stroll about the lower pond and head for some buttered-toast scrambled eggs.

'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''18' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''19' prime again 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'a score, too good 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'seven three's are... 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''22'
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''23' annoyingly prime 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'one more little tinca 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'eight three's are...two dozen 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'square again, '25'
'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' last but not least, '26' 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' pie and coffee break 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' threading the needle

The best of 16th's, eclipsing a misty dawn on a Stour weir with grayling - I ramble on home along the lanes with Led Zeppelin II and a smile.

2011: crucian 23rd June 2011. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' - 'The Top Pond'. Another great day's angling, slow for the first couple of hours, most of the fish coming in a 'rush' between 2 and 4 o'clock. Tiny frogs about the feet, some crucians topping, a water rat about the place. All terribly bucolic and peaceful. Really good...

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Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'the Upper Pond still looking fabulous as usual Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'Another technical 'netter'... Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'A 'netter', well technically. Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'1lb par for this course Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'1lb par for this course Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'1lb par for this course, they go in bunches you know. Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'bruiser at 2lb 4oz
Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'at about 1lb... Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'Green Mint beetles... Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'How can you not like these? Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'A 'netter', well technically. Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'1lb 6oz, same orange spot as the 16th... Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'another fabulous carassius Pete's Ponds - 'The Top Pond'the more or less traditional float picture

...half as many fish it would still be good, better than a bare-banked lucky-dip.

2011: crucian 26th July 2011. The 'Lower Lake'The Victorian Estate Lakes' - see 'Crock of Gold', the 'Upper Pond'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'. A guest trip to a place with properly good crucians which hid, although I gulled several golden rudd and then, stalking the river arm, ran into 'CY' coming the other way, also stalking, traditionally we'd have bumped floppy hats before seeing each other, but sadly for the small gods of silent comedies, we both were sufficiently wraith-like for this to be avoided. Although the sight of two bearded floppy-hatters approaching each other unawares on opposite side of the same spit, rods in one hand, nets in the other, has considerable comic potential. Neither of us caught one. My host had to run so I dropped into 'The Saxon Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'...

The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesthe Victorian Estate Lake (lower) The Victorian Estate Lakesone of the blank avoiding golden rudd The Victorian Estate Lakesstalking the carp that wasn't there

...and managed to extract a couple of small crus. and a tench but it was tricky fishing, tiny bites far between. CY turned up again looking for his water bottle, apparently tossed into the bush behind me...giving in, with a chuckle he labelled my twitching rod hand a 'conditioned reflex' and headed for the lower, cadging cockles en passant. A try with bread on the drop gets a wild bite and a three pound tench launches porpoise like into the pads and leaving the hook on a pad stem. I give in, can take a hint then get mugged by a Jack Russell while watching CY's float for a while, one of my cockles extracting a roach, before heading home up the down.

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2011: crucian 19th November 2011. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. In autumn, so blanked obviously. But it was really pretty.

The Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pond The Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pond The Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pond The Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pond
The Lower PondJust a nice view of the lower pond The Lower PondThe psycholgically suggestive path over the dam The Lower PondDusk over Donhead The Lower PondThe overly optimistic Harcork bobber

I finished up worm-fishing against the damn wall for one of the perch. Nope, that didn't work either.

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2012 24th March 2012. The Upper Saxon Pond. The sunlit dam-wall is perfect, so I sit on it, promise myself an hour to take a fish, accompanied by a really rather fine honey, almond and lemon cake and two bottles of the best icy cold ginger beer ever (not due to the brand, I'd not had a drink for seven hours hence, three of them up to my nicky-nacky-noos in water and pulling nets of fish). Now, if your answer to the truly complex question "What float should I use?" is "My favourite one" then you're in good company.

The Upper Saxon Pond all in all The Upper Saxon Pond lashings of ginger beer The Upper Saxon Pond ...not a bad cake as it happens (Moley)

A lady appears behind me with a small dog and tells me I'm well camouflaged, "It's a trick" I say. It occurs to me later I never heard the gate screech. I hate it when that happens.

The Upper Saxon Pond from the dam wall, looking south The Upper Saxon Pond misty, sort of The Upper Saxon Pond a golden host of blah blah...

Crock that I am, too old to wall-sit like a boy, I ache when the hour is up, so decamp to the south bank in the lee of a small host, ease my bones onto the chair and swap the float over to another favourite, thinner. Starboard Ratty is radiating ripples and a carp rolls noisily under the willow at the top end. Flat calm.

The Upper Saxon Pond the lone tinca The Upper Saxon Pond flat calm The Upper Saxon Pond dead calm

Crows, cockerels, bees, church bells and the sweet edge of silage from the shed. Not too shabby. A fish moves on my left, one of the grass carp unless I miss my guess, they have the turning circle of a blimp, so I feed it as part of a longer ploy. I look back as the float blips and the reel rattles briefly as I pick up the rod and let a tench play itself out and pose. Always good. The tussel tips my last lap-sang over, hey ho.

Dogs bark in the distance (why is that a good sound?), the cold and damp roll down the little valley as the light dips, briefly smelling like the Thames of my childhood, rush beds and mist. I listen to the sluice and rattling ratty. Once then, my float sinks slowly and returns, the bread now silty. Then the owls are calling and it's time to go.

2012 31st March 2012. Stuck in the mudThe great upper pond netting. Well, greensand clay as it happens. Wader stuck so firmly in the claybottom of the upper pond I had to abandon them for the rest of the morning. Pah. Moved very many fine fish to the lower pond which augers well for the 16th...but naturally I can't move a limb without some protesting muscle complaining. Whatever happened to the fitness of my youth? (It is, of course, stored around the midriff of my middle age, dammit.)

'The Upper Saxon Pond''The Upper Saxon Pond'
The upper pond south bank, from the dam wall....1
'The Upper Saxon Pond''The Upper Saxon Pond'
The south bank and the inlet end...2
'The Upper Saxon Pond''The Upper Saxon Pond'
The inlet end...3
'The Upper Saxon Pond''The Upper Saxon Pond'
The north bank and the inlet end...4
'The Upper Saxon Pond''The Upper Saxon Pond'
The upper pond north bank, from the dam wall....5

2012 16th June 2012. The Big Day, Pete's Ponds. The season started well enough, myself and The Woodsman bagged the place (well, no one else was there). I got there first and popped myself on the south bank by an overhanging tree. I threw in some hemp and with my old Octofloat and 'pin loaded with 4lb line, plumbed the depth with a BB shot on the '14' hook. The float settled and then obligingly bobbled off to one size and I pulled it back in, rather than strike assuming some kind of line bite. Thing went rather sold and wallowy and I think both me and the fish realised at once what was going on and the carp whipped off to the right under the sunken tree, which swayed alarmingly. I watched the fish arrow into the lower part of the pond, my line angled under a branch, assumed a fouler and that all was lost.

I made my way left, widening the angle enough to free the line from the tree and then dipping the rod into the water up to the first ferrule it plucked (alarmingly) free, leaving me attached to the still moving carp, some thirty-odd yards off. I can't claim so much skill; I assumed an inevitable 'sudden slackness' so played the fish fairly firmly, the Octofloat bent into quite the quarter circle most of the time. I gained a few yards at a time until the fish was wallowing on the right side of the tree - it almost fitted in the net. I was surprised to find the hook firmly in the top lip and it went just over 15lb on the scales.

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Pete's Pondsthe 16th tba... Pete's Pondsthe 16th tba... Pete's Pondsthe 16th tba... Pete's Pondsthe 16th tba... Pete's Pondsthe 16th tba... Pete's Pondssome grey-beard bloke on the 16th...

I spent the rest of the day catching tench and crus are regular intervals but mid-afternoon it dried up completely - The Woodsman nabbed a couple of roach for under a tree by the dam and then decamped to the upper pond for some fun with some smaller crucians and tench - where I left him at about 5ish, happily nipping them out.

2012 13th July 2012. The Saxon Ponds. ...I risked a drive-by to the Lower Saxon Pond and had one tench before the Heavens opened, so drenched I squelched back to the car.

Pete's Ponds ...the lone tench... Pete's Ponds ...the 'umbrella pitch' and its tree.

2012 21st July 2012. Pete's Pond. Nobby came out to play and we caught fish, bent cane, ate sausage sandwiches and generally behaved like big kids. Great funNobby's Nirvana - boys will be boys.

My day is in the pictures below...for Nobby's follow the link above.

The Saxon ponds a rare picture of JAA doing his thing The Saxon ponds An upper Saxon pond crucian The Saxon ponds A Saxon pond tenchlet
The Saxon ponds An upper Saxon pond crucian The Saxon ponds The upper pond pitch The Saxon ponds Nobbyngton-Smythe
The Saxon ponds The umbrella pitch The Saxon ponds The umbrella pitch's tree The Saxon ponds a lower pond crucian

2012 18th August 2012. The Lower Saxon Pond. So, fishing delayed in turn by hoping for Bairstow's century and some escaped maggots in the boot. Buggrit, must get the lids back on the right boxes. Very very warm...I 'don't do hot and sunny' so remain on the shady side, contra instinct, fishing to all outward appearance, pre-baiting for dusk in reality. Long thin porcupine, no.4 laid on, the opposite of fishing delicately, a tactic worth a try. Just in case I feed the island and the bush to my left and listen to dumbledores and oddly autumnal bird chirps.

An hour slides past and I swap my maggot swaddled '14' for a pinch of bread, there are signs of fish, faint dimples, odd tiny bubbles. No pogrom so far! Clang of a gate. Visitors? Second tea-time, nothing like a bite in any pitch, although the feeling persists that fish are passing by from time to time. A dab-chick, fluffy ping-pong ball threaded, edge-of-panic, past my feet, too fleet for my camera. It's tempting to fish the top pond, easy pickings for small fry, but today, I'd rather wait, even with blanking a real threat. Having said that, if I don't get a few sun-down I'll be surprised...

The Saxon PondsLooking across the pond from the umberella pitch The Saxon PondsWest of the island in the sunshine The Saxon PondsThe path towards the dam The Saxon PondsLTT

Tea three, light muzzied, still not a sniff. Might have done better to bait up and fish for bites in the top for a few hours. Cockle on the hook, but the sun's dipping now, and I've had many worse Saturdays. I could be clothes shopping at Castle Point...for example. A small bunch of long tailed tits pass over and around me, like draught pieces in continual jumps, I get a few good shots from about 10ft. Always a good thing, still nothing approaching a bite. I confess, that if my float is unwaveringly cocked at dusk-fall, I'll head for some stir-fry, pleasant though this is.

The Saxon PondsLTT The Saxon PondsLTT The Saxon PondsLTT The Saxon PondsThe left-hand path up the lake, I often think someone is there, even when there isn't

Sun-set, not a twitch. For a slightly overstocked lake lightly fished it's quite bizarre. Still, not over yet...a few fish topping, but the. Bees in the late blackberry flowers over my head have taken an early night. A few bubbles. A bite would be nice. At the point my float flickers in half light, punctuated by a lone bat, I head off, and along one of the lanes a big hare stepped out of the hedge, looked at me, and as casually as you like turned round and stepped back. I look in the mirror, imagining it sitting, infinitely patient, for a clear road.Her loyalty is not to me, but to the stars above. Two hares now, one in the fields ten days back, first one I've seen on the North Down, they run towards the fire you know.

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2013: grayling 21st June 2013. The Lower PondYes, those ponds.

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2013: grayling 24th June 2013. The Lower PondYes, those ponds.

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2013: grayling 1st July 2013. The Lower PondYes, those ponds again.

I'd like to take some credit for great skill and application for today, but in truth is was down to a very early start, on the bank at 5:45am, a stealthy approach and fish feeding in my favourite swim from the off. I fished a very small porcy with a 4" long antenna made of 1mm cane and this fished as a lift float allows a tell-tale of 1 x no.6, which I placed some 1½" from the hook. Bait was for the most part either a grain of corn or a small gilt tail worm nicked once through the head with a size 14. Some bites were sail-aways but many were classic lift bites and the crus. in particular bit exactly as the rig was designed - a tiny dip follow by a lift, with a strike at the top of the lift getting the fish every time. Bites tailed off towards late morning, even so I had a tench at 12:45pm and packed up a tad later.

Pete's Lower PondThe Lower Pond Pete's Lower Pondroach#1 Pete's Lower Pondroach#2 Pete's Lower Pondcru #1 Pete's Lower Pondroach#3
Pete's Lower Pondcru#2 Pete's Lower Pondtench#1 Pete's Lower Pondcru#3 Pete's Lower Pondroach#4 Pete's Lower Pondroach#5
Pete's Lower Pondroach#6 Pete's Lower Pondcru#4 Pete's Lower Pondroach#7 Pete's Lower PondThe Umbrella swim Pete's Lower Pondroach#8
Pete's Lower Pondcru#5 Pete's Lower Pondcru#6 Pete's Lower Pondcru#7 Pete's Lower Pondcru#8 Pete's Lower Pondcru#9
Pete's Lower Pondcru#10 Pete's Lower Pondroach#9 Pete's Lower Pondthe Lone Perch Pete's Lower Pondtinca#2 Pete's Lower Pondtinca#3

Nine roach to 1lb 4oz, ten crucians to 1lb 8oz, three tench at 2lb 12oz, 3lb 6oz, 3lb 10oz, 1 perch. I lost 4 fish to hook pulls and missed a dozen bites. Looking at the fins on the roach and crucians they'd both spawned and there's already small shoals of fry on the pond. Mid-morning I saw a carp mooching about that I'd put around 17lb - but when I reached for my camera it faded like the Cheshire C. It seldom gets better than this.

2013: grayling 8th July 2013. The Lower PondYes, those ponds.

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The Saxon Ponds'The Woodsman' with crucian... The Saxon Ponds'The Woodsman' with another crucian... The Saxon PondsMore of the Lower Saxon Pond... The Saxon PondsMore of the Lower Saxon Pond...

2013: grayling 13th July 2013. Pete's PondsYes, those ponds. The Great Lower Pond Crucian hunt (with added sausages).

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2014 18th May 2014. 'The Saxon Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. The plan being to clear the paths around the ponds a 'first cut' for the opening day and some minor 'test fishing'. The fish in the Lower Ponds were willing and The Woodsman had five crus, one of which was over 1lb. The other were spawned out and rather too eager to feed, there was a surfeit of small perch, looks like the few fish put in two years ago have spawned. Hm. Weed slashing (mostly comfrey) done, top and bottom ponds both, pollarded a poplar, a brew and then some test fishing, which yielded one cru, a large tench and a small one.

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The Woodsman turned up and knocked out eight or nine tench and one more cru before wandering off to try a different swim for more crus (which failed to appear). I nabbed a couple more small tinc's and then it died a bit. The Woodsman went off with the buckets (but without his fleece) and of course then I had a run of fish, three crus, three more ½-1lb tench and lost a big one which kept out of the lilies first go, roared off toward the middle leaving my hook behind and tangled on the rod tip. Drat. Good enough.

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2014 16th June 2014. 'The Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Long anticipated, but the three-week wake of 'a bit of a cold' left me a 4am shadow of myself, but nevertheless, arrived slightly ahead of the sun and fished 'the usual spot' for a plethora of sprats, three clonking tench and a few atypical perch - a cake break brought the news that The Woodsman had managed a baker's dozen of crus plus three tench. Then an hour on corn (not a bite), an hour snatching bait-fish. TW lit a fire for welcome bacon'n'eggs and I slipped off for Wetland pike, nabbed one, missed one smaller than the nabbed, saw one sleek 2½lb fish which slunk off. I dozed for a bit, the bait passed on, PR came and went on his '16th Tour', I dozed again, headed home beat. To the pit at 9pm, out before the mysterious death in Jonathan Creek.

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2014 29th June 2014. 'The Saxon Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''.

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2014 19th October 2014. 'The Saxon Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Fishing slow internally and out, so loll on the mat as the float lolls under an alder. I nabbed a roach on half a lob at its second time of priming, requiring a cast to the riser. Heh. It's proper autumn, blustery, leaves on the water, green-floats-and-worms day. Except the light here works best on orange...I have decided that the water not driven by the wind is the thing and will trickle corn and chopped worms and wait...

The Saxon Pondsthe float of the day The Saxon Pondsup through the umbrella pitch The Saxon Pondswind-piled leaves The Saxon Pondsa perch The Saxon Pondsa laid-back view up the Lower Pond

I just about finish my tin-cup and the little orange bob is off...perch, always good.

On the road in, were a host of big cars attending church, (those who 'Old Bob' would call 'the great and the good' but he didn't mean it as a complement), a mass of expensively clothed, who would argue with the Man himself about exactly what the good book meant. The uncharitable half of me hopes they get the chance...although I should have apologies to make myself in this event.

I miss a 'sitter' for an imagined foot-fall, then switch to a '14', nab two more roach, the first twice the size of the second. I'd seen the pimples on the surface, so was expectant. Tiny worms then accounted for two tiny perch. Heh. I put on a '12', was so busy snapping a yaffle at range I pricked a bigger fish, then miss-timed a strike and lost something quite solid, then redeemed myself with another nice roach. Not so slow.

The Saxon Ponds two micro perch The Saxon Ponds nine of the best The Saxon Ponds nearly autumn across the lower pond
The Saxon Ponds a long-range yaffle The Saxon Ponds a perfect roach The Saxon Ponds the biggest of the day, with a brass tint on the shoulder

This last fish signals the pace is picking up, so it is, I nab a further half-a-dozen, the pick of them the last, needing the flash, which accentuates the brass of the scales. I debate a torch on the float and then consider it a good day if ended here.

2014 21st December 2014. The Nadder/'The Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Midwinter mixed nuts.

The Nadder'Pond 1', The Wetland The NadderThe first swim The NadderA bunch of wild brownies, good sport all The NadderAn interesting but unproductive swim The NadderAlso interesting, but unproductive

A couple of hours on the Nadder prodcued these four spotties, the largest (top right) twice the size of it's fellows. They came to worms and bread, and I didn't get anything else. I ambled back across the (stock-free) field and parked just to the right of the 'Umbrella Swim' tree and caught steadily for the rest of the afternoon.

The Saxon PondsThe winter-view from the 'umbrella pitch' The Saxon PondsThere's a float in there somewhere The Saxon PondsThe rest, key-sized to 8oz The Saxon PondsEntry for the smallest perch of the year The Saxon PondsOne of this year's, fending for itself The Saxon PondsBig head shaking cannible ('big' for this pond)
The Saxon Ponds A find roach just over 1lb The Saxon Ponds A big brass-tinged roach, 24oz or so. The Saxon Ponds Midwinternight
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2015 11th January 2015. Labour saving tools. "As you get on a bit," said Pete, "you employ tools to make things easier for you". "Like us?" I said...there were, of course, potatoes, we'll be kind and call them 'well done' and for myself, a selection of aching muscles to grace the following day, testament to brambles cleared, willows pollarded and whatever word one uses to describe razing sheaves of bamboo at ground level with a felling axe.

The Saxon PondsThe lower end of the Lower Pond, sunlit The Saxon PondsThe upper end of the Lower Pond The Saxon PondsThe top pond, a rather less flattering view of. The Saxon PondsThe fire, the pond and the clear patch

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2015 14th February 2015. The Nadder, Pete's Ponds.

Pete's Ponds The Lower Pond, denuded for winter Pete's Ponds The Lower Pond, denuded for winter
The NadderA nuisance of brownies The NadderA small stream roach The NadderThe small-stream pool of your dreams... The NadderThe respectable 3oz roach
The Nadder Coffee on the dam wall The Nadder The view from the dam The Nadder The small-stream bobber waiting for the fish that never came...

2015 21st March 2015. A morning 'emergency' netting on The Upper PondThose ponds... (a bottom board on the sluice had gone, bringing forward a planned netting, we relocated some 70 odd tench and probably 200lb of crucians, all is well).

2015 18th April 2015. 'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. An antidote to the asininity of office life. Hard graft, bushwork, lily root toting and planting, spreading lime...when did my back age ten years more than the rest of me?

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The Saxon Ponds one of the bunds and silt The Saxon Ponds the upper pond, drained and dredged The Saxon Ponds one more pike out the Wetland...as it was on my way home.

2015 16th June 2015. The Big Day. At 5am I stayed in the marital b., a good place to be sure, lay, listened to the dawn chorus until I was sure sleep was gone. It was a drive of wraiths, more than once visibility vanished into cloud without warning and a spectre or two remained on the top pond as I crossed the dam.

Pete's Pond, LowerThe top pond spectres Pete's Pond, LowerThe lower pond far to early in the morning Pete's Pond, LowerThe cork ball-bobber rides again Pete's Pond, LowerAn inevitable perch

Umbrella swim then (I just like it), some hemp ladling, then hard boiled eggs, ciabatta, zingy orange marmalade in buttered rolls - the last interrupted by the first two of a plundering of tench. Heh.

Corn to start, then a switch to shrimp brought crus interspersed, then both golden tench in successive casts, the morning streamed by punctuated by tiny lifts and slips, then P. arrived, 'on his rounds', about elevenses. We talk of this and that, P. went onto the lakes and after a quiet interval, livened by a foot long grass snake slipping onto shore and the bees over my head in the azalea, a continuous light drone with lower pitched bumblers fading in and out. I opted for lunch at, it transpired, noon. Breakfast was around 6:30am tho'.

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Sport tailed off after bread, olives tomato and Parma ham, during though, two outrageous lift bites on corn landed the smallest tinca so far and another 1lb of crucian. Ginger beer...feet up eyes closed...D. came by making me start, I'd drifted into a sleepy reverie playing a word game on the small technology, I had one bite after D. went on, a gentle lift yielding a single roach.

Pete's Pond, LowerThe 'umbrella pitch'.. Pete's Pond, Lower...and one of its lost blossoms Pete's Pond, LowerThe 'umbrella pitch' from the other side Pete's Pond, LowerDrifting off Pete's Pond, LowerThe post-script roach

...the big decision now is the cows, various, JAA for the braving of. Since I arrived the farmer flushed the herd into the gated meadow that I have to cross to leave. But when? And how avoid (a) fright [mine] and (b) letting any bullocks out at either end. Hm...

2015 19th July 2015. Pete's Ponds.

Pete's Pond, Lower A cork-ball special fished under the branches and mostly under the water. Pete's Pond, Lower Down the path towards the dam from the 'umbrella pitch'.
Pete's Pond, Lower Looking down the barrel of the LHSRE, NW across the lake. Notice the 'impossible to forget' rod-rest. Drat, I'll lose it now for sure. Pete's Pond, Lower A handy vase, a boot sale find, now co-opted for those long useful things one collects when one makes floats.

2015 12th September 2015. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''.

The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'A very small porcupine quill very close to the edge, holding up a scrap of bread, the 'Weyfarer' method. The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'A 'constellation' of crucians The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The lone and vegetarian perch The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The lone, late and very welcome tench
The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' One of the scale perfect little crucians, small but not a hardship to fish for...'Little fish are sweet.' as 'Old Bob' used to day. The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' Another of the scale perfect (but humped for gape defence) little crucians
The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The 'Saxon Ponds' - a panoramic view taken with the new 'Small Technology' of the lower Pond from the 'Umbrella Pitch'

2015 20th September 2015. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''

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The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'A 'constellation' of crucians The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold' The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'
The 'Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold'The 'Saxon Ponds' - a panoramic view of the Lower Pond from the the dam side of the 'Umbrella Pitch' (taken with the new 'Small Technology')
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2016 8th May 2016. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''.

The Saxon PondsJust an interesting sky The Saxon PondsThe Lower Pond from the 'umbrella pitch' The Saxon PondsThis is what the float did for about four hours. The Saxon PondsIt's the grass carp. Honest it is.
The Saxon PondsYou wouldn't think it was spring, would you?

2016 29th May 2016. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''

Today's plan for the 'Saxon Pond Dabblers' DDIncluding today, but not limited to: 'JAA', 'Dave', Garry' and 'Pete'.  was to fish for crus of less than 6" in length and redistribute, then to cut the bankside paths out, a simple and satisfying job, levelling a yard-wide swathe through the spring greenery. It's not so much a path as a 'rough guide on where to walk if you want to avoid sliding into the pond'.

My plan was to fish from 8am or so, try for the six-inchers and see who turned up and when. The 'umbrella pitch' was all 'toil and trouble', so little further incentive or walking were required. Although the first fish was a tench, there were seven crucians in the bucket before another body arrived. I was all set for some slashing, but was firmly instructed to keep catching. "Oh, all right then" I thought to myself...as luck would have it, the tench were spawning for the most part, so absent and the crucians were very busy indeed. From 8am to 1pm a serendipitously constant stream of bites kept me amused and by the time I'd had enough, was forty odd crucians to the good, with the largest at 1lb 14oz and half a dozen more well over 1lb.

Dave, inspired, picked up his rod, fished alongside for the last two hours or so, and neither people on the bank nor path-clearing put the fish off in the slightest. Dave further padded out the six-incher crucian tally, bracketing them with several tench, some larger crus and a couple of greedy but reasonably sized perch (which took bread and corn). A fine effort considering Garry and myself did our best to trash his swim by cutting down some substantial willows on the other side of the rhododendron. All-in-all 27 six-inchers were bucketed and of course none of the fish count as it's still the close season. Just as well I didn't enjoy it at all then.

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2016 16th June 2016. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Opening day in the right place.

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2016 14th August 2016. 'Pete's Ponds'The Saxon Ponds' - see 'Crock of Gold''. Catching to order.

Pete's PondsThe pitch. Arriving at 9:30 the window of opportunity was closing rapidly, not that this was apparent at the time - although this is entirely consistent with August fishing on the Lower Pond. Pete's PondsThe best of the three crucians I managed. I had one of a few inches more-or-less on arriving, then this larger one, perhaps 8oz, then a smaller one, which went in the keep-net for transfer (managing to contribute two fish to the ten Pete and Dave manged between them). I missed a couple of bites for good luck, but that was it for the day. Pete's PondsA picture of a float awaiting a crucian, that of course is far better than anything else I've taken this season. Pete's PondsThe path leading to the dam. If you care to compare it with other pictures of the same, the damage done by the adjoining herd of cows when a careless person left the gate open can be inferred.
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2017 swivel 26th June 2017. Erstaz opening day. Busy with stuff, I eschewed the 16th, a rare thing, but the mind was elsewhere, plus the Saxon Ponds are unusually busy this year. Nevertheless, I got my usual shady swim and fished from early afternoon through to dusk and managed four small perch and the same number of tench, the last coming as the light left. Small perch and roach made bread and shrimp fishing twitchy work, but for my size '11', I could've plucked a fish every cast albeit a tiny one. I lost a couple of fish to hook-pulls, one weight zipping under the tree after the float slid off 'on-the-drop', I suspect a 'fouler' and the second, a tench, headed straight out and the hook simply slipped.

The Lower Saxon Pond Looking up the pond The Lower Saxon Pond Looking across the pond The Lower Saxon Pond Tench I
The Lower Saxon Pond Tench II The Lower Saxon Pond The path leading to the dam The Lower Saxon Pond The float, poised.
The Lower Saxon Pond Tench III The Lower Saxon Pond Tench IV and a few of the perch.

Plenty of roach priming and perhaps one or two crucians at the end topped in their skittery way. Nice day out (but you knew that).

2017 swivel 6th July 2017. Weed. The top pond is over-grown with pond-weed, so three-and-a-half of us rolled up and threw weed-rakes around for an hour to try to thin the stuff out a bit. It makes fishing awkward, gives the fish cover almost everywhere making location tricky, and lastly and more significantly, it sucks the oxygen out of the water at night and can occasionally cause fish problems because of it. It's also wet and silty...

I admit I was tempted to fish an upper pond swim I'd weed-dragged in the south-west corner by the dam, it looked nice, but I chickened out and headed for the rhododendrons on the lower pond. My plan was to fish until past dark and I'd brought star-lights and floats for them, but intended to fish with an LED torch on the float to see how it worked. I've modified a small LED torch with a piece of plastic tube pushed over the end and lined the inside with a piece of duplon, the idea being to produce a narrow beam of light.

While it was still light, fishing lift style, I had a clutch of perch and one tench and watched 'the' carp amble past and then turn to give my float a good hard stare before thinking better of it. I missed several really big lift-bites, which with hindsight, I should have left until the float sank again...
...I had one more of those lift bites after I focussed the torch on the thin cane, then swapped it for a small translucent tipped quill, which lit very nicely. Dusk came and despite tench bubbles all over the place I didn't get another tench-bite, although I was literally on the edge of my seat for an hour. A bit after dark the little quill bobbled flat and I thought for a moment it was a crucian, 'alas' a decent roach. Then all becalmed and for the next hour the float didn't stir a millimetre, so I packed up at 11:30 or so.

The Lower Saxon Pond ''Hello sky'', as Madelaine Basset might have said. The Lower Saxon Pond The orginal custom porcy-quill-and-cane antennae, crucians for the use of.
The Lower Saxon Pond Across the pond and the JW Avon The Lower Saxon Pond One of the multitudenous swagger of perch The Lower Saxon Pond The late roach
The Lower Saxon Pond The tench of the day The Lower Saxon Pond Just a comma butterfly in the 'lean-to', just liked it.

As for my last trip here, plenty of roach priming and a few skippy crucians topping at dusk. Feels odd to be out that late and not feel cold.

2017 swivel 13th July 2017. The Saxon Ponds. A day awarded to myself to 'blood' the MKIIIAs described down the page a bit... and see what the small stuff was composed of blI cut up a piece of old mono, the usual way by winding it around my fingers and then cutting the hank through twice with the very sharp small knife. I cleverly sliced a flap of skin on my forefinger and although I'm not remotely superstitious or anything, I wiped the blood onto the handle of the new corks... . A leg-dangling tiddler-bash. I parked on the dam and mucked about with the renovation, a small porcy and a size 16, simple stuff. Said simple stuff removed a flurry of small roach, mostly by fishing off the bottom. A few perch showed and I discovered that dragging the bait a few feet would pick up one such as likely as not. The thin springy tip of the Blue Rod worked neatly for tiddler snatching. It also flicked the quill and its single no.6 shot 10 yards with little effort, so for fun I pulled a few more perch from in-range nooks and dropped a selection into a landing net for a photo.

The Saxon Ponds The other MKIII and the dam wall The Saxon Ponds Looking up the pond The Saxon Ponds A few of the tiddlers
The Saxon PondsThe fishing of day-dreams. Well, for me anyway.

I decided to try the top pond for a bit, with a few shrimp and some bread. My first thought was the swim nearest the dam, but it was so shallow I tarried only to plumb the depth. I'm never very confident in such shallow swims, so I moved up the pond to between two patches of lilies. Four hours there drove me nuts. There were fish present continuously but try as I might (and I tried) I conjured only two bites (on bread) in the first two hours and missed them both. I then hooked a crucian which rolled under my feet and nicked the hook onto some hornwort. I'm not saying how big that was. I missed another bite, then hooked another which I netted sharpish, after a tussle it must be said. Here it is. It's not a bad one. I missed another bite and by now large crus were rolling with the small, but nearing insanity, I edged off.

The Saxon Ponds The pitch The Saxon Ponds The float The Saxon Ponds The dam wall from the south bank
The Saxon PondsNot bad though...

2017 swivel 2nd September 2017. The Saxon Ponds. So, the plan was to potter about the Lower Pond and try a bit of 'drop-shotting' for perch with the MKIII. That is to say, I tied a no. 4 hook on, put three swan-shot on the tag end of the line and bumped a hook full of maggots across the pond-bed. This yielded a number of small indignant perch that found little about a size 4 hook that impeded them in any way. Heh. I slipped on a small quill and removed more small perch at one-per-cast until I thought I'd had enough fun and so headed for the top pond...

The Saxon Ponds The MKIII The Saxon Ponds An indignance of smal perch The Saxon Ponds The small blue poised porcupine quill...

...I decided on the last swim by the willows before the bridge and it was a nice enough evening, if overcast.

The Saxon PondsThe Upper Pond in the evening

I'll try to capture the spirit of the evening here; stare at this float for four hours, drinking a cup tea every half-an-hour.

The Saxon PondsThe motionless float

There you go, that was my evening. The moon was rising over the cowshed and the camera, for once, took it like it was, blurry with autumnal mist and cloud.

The Saxon PondsThe sacred moon overhead

2017 swivel 18th September 2017. The Lower Saxon PondPete's Ponds. Crucians are in here, catching them on the other hand....The ponds were uncharacteristically busy and I manfully tried to catch something on sweetcorn. I had a bite about 20 minutes in which caught me by surprise and after a couple of lunges which made me think 'crucian' it belted under the tree and skillfully nicked the hook onto a root, much like tench do...drat. Garry arrived on the tail of this mild incompetance and witnessed a series of probable bites, which immediately ceased when he left. After a while I gave up and worked out how many small perch it is possible to catch on pieces of a single lobworm (answer: 37) and it would have been more if the last piece of the unfortunate worm had not slipped the hook. Jim, meanwhile, was even more manfully trying to Christen an old rod that meant a great deal to him. Despite heroic and some might say sarcastic fish-rolling in front of him, he also struggled with all but the small perch. I finally took a small roach on corn, then a last bite on flake excited me until the undoubted specimen crucian that took it morphed into a 1oz perch...then the barn-owl floated across the gap in the trees over the pond and wafted up the meadow. Jim and I gave in and headed for the cars.

The Lower Saxon Pond The usual pitch The Lower Saxon Pond The useful blue quill
The Lower Saxon Pond The bucket, some floats... The Lower Saxon Pond ...and the token roach

There was, 'top ponders' included, a considerable gaggle of dabblers, so in the gloom we stood, drank tea, ate fine cheesy crucian-shaped biscuits and made disparaging remarks about relative expertise in the useage of storm kettles. A fine ending.

All tench are good tenchAll tench are good tench...(and back to the top of the page) There are no bad tenchThere are no bad tench All tench are good tenchAll tench are good tench There are no bad tenchThere are no bad tench All tench are good tenchTinca tinca little star...

2018 ''Crossroads'' 7th January 2018. The Saxon Ponds. A slash and burn party, bank clearing and bonfires of previous clearings. All good fun, even the charred potatoes.

The Saxon Ponds The smaller of the two bonfires, nearing its nadir. The Saxon Ponds The large land drain in the corner of the Lower Pond The Saxon Ponds The view across the drained Lower Pond, the dam wall, the sluice and the other bonfire.
The Saxon PondsLooking up the pond on the north side of the island

2018 ''Crossroads'' 14th January 2018. The Saxon Ponds. One of several work parties, as we prepare the ponds for dedging and some landscaping. I was helping Pete clearing a patch of rhododendrons where the ground was boggy and the path, defined by a fallen tree on the uphill side, is a quagmire even with two drains run under and a timber'd walkway.

After some lopping, it was clear that there was one primary source of water, a spring perhaps, and that the fallen tree, in form, but in reality a loose collection of rotten wood held together by a shell of bark, had simply dammed the natural path of the water and turned the area behind into a small bog. It was immensely satisfying to cut a new channel from the welling spring next' the fence, to the pipe sunk under one of the paths' timbers. This involved, variously, pulling out rooted rhododendrons, clumps of matted roots, digging out some grey-and-greenish clay and finally cutting a gap in the fallen tree, achieved with only a shovel, so loosely was the rotten wood bound by its bark.

The 'bog' drained before our eyes and two further trickles of water, under sleepers and through gravel, dwindled to nothing in less than an hour. A slick of silt drifted down the shallow water left in the pond itself, but the spring-water, after the initial rush, ran clear. Why this was all quite so satisfying I can't tell you. But it was. It's an engineer thing. It's been fixed, that's what it is.

The Saxon Ponds and its meadowThe view across the meadow on the south side of the Lower Pond

On the way home, rattling along the top road, I was flashed at by a man in white van who was making 'slow down' gestures. I assumed, assigning low integrity to said driver, a speed-trap, primed by the 'white van' and its popular notoriety. Around the bend was a lady struggling with a horse. I wasn't exactly pelting along, so slowed, stopped, to give her time to get the fairly panicky mount under control and off the road, achieved in the end, by dismounting and leading it off. This is how assumptions can get you into trouble...

The Saxon Ponds' cowsThe resident livestock, and although I for one do not like cows, I've grown used to these woolly faces watching me wrestle with wellingtons, and to the warn sweet smell of the silage and hay.

2018 ''Crossroads'' 16th June 2018. The Saxon Ponds. At 4am, I wasn't overly mithered, but did it anyway. Coffee (pre-loaded pot), eggs (fried) and toast, front-door, car-door. I wasn't first, Garry was already tackling up on the north bank and we quietly shouted greetings. I tackled up with my lucky crucian float and the soft-tipped GTI float rod, built a twelve-month back and racked since. I caught a crucian ten minutes later, then a couple more, this burst of auspiciousness correctly predicting the day's course and I continued to catch steadily in the grey light, mud-coloured water and occasional patches of bubbles. The first four fish helped me to understand I'd missed a ring on the top section, so I was obliged to unclip the float, re-thread...you know the drill.

The Saxon Ponds The Upper Pond in the grey dawn light (5:19am) The Saxon Ponds The Upper Pond in the grey dawn light The Saxon Ponds The lucky crucian float, gathering itself for the long day ahead

A very solid crucian in the 'a bit less than 2lb' category came to hand, really testing the rod's fine tip. Ten minutes later one of the long lean 2┬Żlb swim trashing machines came out, not without some entertaining moments. I nipped out another small one, watched the apologetic sun rise then had another nerve and weed-shredding big crucian. I opted to amble around, via a fine foxglove, to see how Garry was faring.

The Saxon Ponds One of the big crucians The Saxon Ponds One of the Upper Pond's long lean hard-fighting tench The Saxon Ponds Another of the big crucians
The Saxon PondsIt's just a nice tree The Saxon Ponds'The Pitch' in the early sunlight The Saxon PondsThe sun comes up... The Saxon PondsThe fine foxglove

Garry was good enough to lend me his 'guest seat' and while he'd had activity, even a bite as I watched, his day was thus far slower than mine. Jim turned up at 8:45am (ish) and was rebuked for his sloth. Hands were shaken, Jim went off to fish and I left Garry to it shortly thereafter and returned to my seat. Sport remained steady, with two large tench mid-morning and another thumping crucian, perhaps a shade larger than the previous. 'Steady'; that is, as I said to Pete when he arrived with a bucket for any spare roach and small crus; "The right rate to ensure you become tired from fishing before you are tired of the fish." Peter went on, pausing only to move a few crus and roach to the bottom pond (sprat-sized roach were ever-present).

The Saxon Ponds Many crucians The Saxon Ponds Many many crucians The Saxon Ponds Many more cucians
The Saxon Ponds Tinca tinca two The Saxon Ponds Tinca tinca three

At noon (ish) Jim called 'lunch-time' and he, Garry and I drank kettle-tea and munched shortbread biscuits. We quickly worked out Garry's cunning scheme, to wit, bringing a 'half-kettle' capacity mug, so to ensure tea for all, his cup was filled last...all had caught so all was well and good.

I pondered calling it a day, grimy eyes, the hay-fever medication wearing off, 4am is feckin' early. However, despite looking less active the swim produced another string of crucians, another large one, then another, the last arriving as Jim came by, pour encourager les pécheurs.

The Saxon Ponds A very fine crucian The Saxon Ponds Another very fine crucian
The Saxon Ponds Perfect crucians The Saxon Ponds Perfect crucians The Saxon Ponds Perfect crucians

This last 'biggun', determined to visit all four corners at full pelt, trashed the swim somewhat, so I wandered up to chat with Jim and we fixed many of the world's problems (you should see some improvement by Tuesday lunch-time). Garry went on around that time and although I fished for a little longer, my concentration had fled. So I bade Jim farewell and pottered off for an apposite fish-finger sandwich and a Talisker. And sleep.

Fine place, fine company, fine day. Very fine.

2018 ''Crossroads'' 24th June 2018. The Saxon Ponds. Back Upper for the evening. I cannot be mithered with sitting in the midday sun, mad dogs and Englishmen notwithstanding. So I arrived in the late afternoon and having the place to myself, choose the opening day swim as it's (a) handy and (b) well coloured.

I opted for the hollow tip on Sunday's rod, reasoning that the tench pushed me rather hard. The lucky crucian float was swapped for a cork-ball special with the tiniest of pre-loadings, a wrap of solder wire, then fished lift-style. I nabbed a couple of roach, then the orange-tip darted under with no warning, providing me with one of the good ones. Heh. I had another shortly after, same 'bite' and the stouter rod-tip made sense. There was a flurry of small crus, some more roach, then an hour had passed and the low sun had sunk far enough to pull me into shade, for which I was thankful. Then came another brace of very fine fish, followed by Pete and Pam.

The Saxon Ponds One of the finer fish The Saxon Ponds The fine pitch on a fine warm day The Saxon Ponds Another of the finer fish

The Manager and the Manager's Manager moved into the next swim along and I was immediately promoted to 'stock catcher' and fortunately had a flurry, a dozen or so, of small crus plus more small roach which the Manager re-homed. Presently, another syndicate member arrived and was immediately challenged for his permit. One cannot be too careful, but on this occasion the bona fides were in order. The confirmed non-poacher announced his intention to fish for tench and took the next pitch along from the Managers'.

Thing settled down and for a couple of hours, fishing went on in amiable cool calm, punctuated by occasional fish, bucketed and otherwise, and one allegedly monstrous tench. Despite the midday heat, the lengthening evening brought the slightest of chills and Pete'n'Pam departed leaving the pair of us in the settling dusk. I remembered my flask of black tea, EG and Assam, so I reached for it.

The Saxon PondsAnother of the finer fish The Saxon PondsA constellation of some crucians The Saxon PondsAnother of the finer fish The Saxon PondsAnother of the finer fish

It's been some time since I fished the evening and it was heartening to be sat in the cool damp air laced with the smell of the pond and its water mint. I listened to the sluice water's white noise and worked through a couple of cups while I sat and thought, but without the thought. Thereafter the swim's activity steadily increased, but the number of bites decreased in counterpoint, so after a time I sat with the tench-fisher while we swapped fishing titbits and reviewed the notion that his rod-in-use was 'the same rod' despite being basically new, although built on the original 1950's handle. So, much like my university cricket bat which went through two new handles and three blades; or the 'ship of Theseus' for the philosophically inclined. We further agreed this would make would make a fine spot for watching the Perseids in August.

The Saxon Ponds The green path by the water The Saxon Ponds The moon and a planet The Saxon Ponds Another of the finer fish

I slipped back to my chair, changed the float for a small hollow-tipped quill, put a collimator on an LED torch, and then fished the dark. This worked, in so much as I caught several small crucians, but bites were infrequent, despite crucians wilfully cavorting over my landing net. At some point it was too dark to fish, at least for those of us with a Monday a.m. day-job; so we made farewells and ambled off, although I tarried to try and capture the moon, stupidly forgetting that the Small Technology's idiot-proof camera makes a better job of this kind of thing. I cast about for a while try to find some of the hoped for glow-worms, alas not this time, leaving me with the dust and the quietness of the cows.

There is a simple pleasure to be had from driving up the track, so much of the year it's rutted, muddy, slick and wet, traps all. Tonight it's dry, hard, with tall moon-lit straw-coloured grass and the open gate at the top of the field is another small pleasure at the end of a fine evening.

2018 ''Crossroads'' 29th June 2018. The Saxon Ponds for the evening. Steve was set up on the south bank, it was good to see him again after an interval of three years or so. I intended to try for a tench and in place of the usual Elysian waffle, I'll just say it was a fine evening with a few crucians, but no intended tench.

The Saxon Ponds The view from the north bank The Saxon Ponds Another angler The Saxon Ponds A quill dancing among the bubbles
The Saxon Ponds One of the finer fish, another was 'involuntarily released into the wild' The Saxon Ponds The rod, the reel, the bag The Saxon Ponds One of a clutch of suicidal small crus that somehow managed three cockles on a size 8

2018 ''Crossroads'' 7th July 2018. The Saxon Ponds. My plan was to spend three hours or so catching small fish for relocation in the lower pond then with the shadows lengthening, switch to tench fishing. During three hours at 27°C, I managed seven small roach, one of which got dropped into the water...so I put the remainder in the rather sad looking lower pond and returned to my pitch to see it fizzing. Aha. I put on a grain of corn and after a bit the float bobbled off leftwards. I struck, pulled the tackle out of the tree, cut off the scored mono, re-tied the hook-link and recast. The float repeated itself, as did I. As did the tree. With a mere suggestion of peevishness, I retied the cast etc., etc....

Next time I remembered to strike upwards and found myself on the interesting end of a circling olive thunderbolt. Heh. I recast and only a few minutes later took a larger tench which gave little quarter and hard stretched the long float rod. I had brief visions of a figurative net of tench, but that was that and despite occasional bobbles, bubbles and increasing crucian signs, that was all I took for my troubles. I didn't get another bite.

The Saxon Ponds The Upper Pond pitch, chosen for its shade The Saxon Ponds The hopeful roach float The Saxon Ponds The lonesome pine. It's a nice tree and I was sat under it in fine light.
The Saxon Ponds The meadow behind the pond and its tree The Saxon Ponds ...returned to my pitch to see it fizzing
The Saxon Ponds The first and smaller of the two tench The Saxon Ponds The second tench

The church sounded ten o'clock; chiming away, the moments that round off a fine day. I put on 'Nightwish' for the home run through the lamp-lit sun-bleached lanes. Music for epic battles at the end of time, although one must lighten the right foot when driving to such a soundtrack.

2018 ''Crossroads'' 14th July 2018. The Saxon Ponds. Not for the first time the plan was to spend three hours or so catching small fish for relocation in the lower pond. I nabbed a small roach or two, then a very large one, then three fine crucians. "Oho!", I thought to myself, but then for ninety long minutes the swim died utterly and after scratching out five small roach, I transferred them to the lower pond. I stowed the bucket then recommenced...

The Saxon Ponds The Upper Pond pitch, chosen for its shade The Saxon Ponds The bobbing cork-ball bobber. The Saxon Ponds The very fine roach. I picked out a few small roach for the bucket and the next bite turned out to be this chap, one of the finer roach.
The Saxon PondsA fine crucian The Saxon PondsAnother fine crucian The Saxon PondsYet another fine crucian The Saxon PondsAnd another fine crucian
The Saxon PondsA fine crucian The Saxon PondsAnother fine crucian The Saxon PondsYet another fine crucian The Saxon PondsAnd another fine crucian
The Saxon Ponds Just another fine crucian The Saxon Ponds Just another fine crucian The Saxon Ponds Just another fine crucian
The Saxon Ponds A very fine crucian The Saxon Ponds Another very fine crucian. This came to the net (grudgingly) a little after the clock chimed for nine. The next bite resulted in the end tackle becoming neatly tied around the rod-tip; I took the opportunity to reflect for a moment and decided to call it a day as the fish shown here plus a score of smaller crucians, was surely enough for anyone.
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You've reached the bottom of the page and the last trip to "the Saxon Ponds", which was on the July 14th 2018. Because this is a 'single venue page' and as I have the capability to extract all sorts of bits of information with a "criteria engine", here are some summary details.

There are 45 entries on this page, most of which involved fishing. During some of these visits I've nabbed at least; 264 crucians, 57 tench, three golden tench, one carp and countless, or at least 'uncounted', perch and roach.

On the couple of occasions I fished the River Nadder and managed to extract eight brown trout along with a few roach.

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