Fishing in England

If there's one positive with living in the pancake flat Fens, it's that there's no hills to get in the way of the sky. And unfortunately I just can't resist pointing my camera at it. In fact, anyone would think I've never seen the sun come up or go down before.

Atmospheric shepherd's warning on Horsey Mere at first light. And that day the weather was every bit as atrocious as the pink sky suggested it was gonna be!

A couple of views of a freezing morning at St German's pumping station on t'Level. Packing up the stormsides was a pretty painful affair...

Left: Sun poking its snout above the misty flood bank.

Below: Horsey Mere evening - after the deluge.

Above: Sometimes in my perpetually confused state I've somehow ended up photographing the moon instead.

Right: Probably my last ever photo of the Vernatts Drain. Sadly the pike population is a shadow of it's former glory, most probably due to the massive population of East European brussel-knobbers tending the fields around. Though I might be jumping to conclusions.

Left & Below: I ended up fishing a stretch of fen drain near the back end of the river season, and it just so happened to double up as a great place to get a view of some spectacular sundowns. Pretty (dull) I guess.

There seems to be a sky occurring - and a proper red 'un n'all.

In fact, a burning red 'un. Nice. If you like that kind of thing.

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