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Its been a while

I rather like sheep (purely in the platonic sense, you understand). Living on a wild and woolly west Wales farm with a girlfriend in the early to mid 1970s, we had a lot of pets - 2 dogs (Dobermans), never less than 6 cats (usually 8 - 10), two goats (Lulu plus her kid) and Lamb Chop, an orphaned lamb that grew big and, like all the other animals, could wander in through the always open kitchen door at the back of the house then find her way to sit in front of a log fire in cold weather. Even got herself decorated with tinsel by my girlfriend one evening in the run-up to Christmas. But she went a week or so before Christmas - Land Rover and turned trailer tracks on the grass in front of the stable block in which she lived on cold nights, someone's Christmas roast...
 
Rustling is rife in the countryside and 'pets' which are generally raised in the old fashioned way without all the modern feeds and supplements are seen as gourmet specials.
Where was the farm Paul? I might know who had it away.
 
Cardiganshire - Carmarthenshire border. I know who had Lamb Chop - a "Pennyways" (check your "Far From The Madding Crowd" by Thomas Hardy for the reference), a farm manager I had caught massively on the fiddle and who got the boot as a result. So his was a revenge attack. Don't you worry yourself, Adrian, I got back at the man tenfold in my simply terrible retribution (but I had better not tell you how!).
 
Back to Beaver , steady... Imagine the mayhem a giant beaver lodge at Collingham weir would cause , the resultant lake would drown most of South Yorkshire , Notts , the Humber might back up , the possibilities are endless ..

To be serious , Mr Packham on prime time BBC last night painted a picture of the return of the once indigenous beaver and the massive benefit it would have creating new wetland habitats etc .Fishing goggles/ears off and it was a well argued and presented piece . I think it's a distinct possibility . In angling terms this reinroduction if widespread would totally change the face of the sport as we know it .
 
Cardiganshire - Carmarthenshire border

I take it you would have fished the Teifi then Paul? I also fished there in my youth when I lived in N. Pembs. Not sure it was as highly rated as the Towy though, (at least for sewin). I only ever caught small to medium sized wild brownies
 
I lived beside the Teifi, Alex, fishing it from the tide in Cardigan (let's start at Poppit below it) right up to Tregaron, but also fished Towy, Cothi, Nevern, Cleddau(s) and Rheidol extensively for whole full-on seasons for years and years. Good waters, full of fish and with a lot fewer (and much nicer) fishers then. Misspent youth / life or what?



PS - A name you might know coming up in a moment, Alex.

When I returned to Wales - this time to a cottage in a North Pembs village I knew well and had a great, long-time fishing pal still living in - in the mid 1980s, to carry on my wicked ways, guess who I bumped into on the village street on his way, as I was with an armful of rod tubes, to the (now since closed) tiny village Post Office...?

Hugh Falkus.

A few days later, over a drink or ninety three (my one, his ninety three - of brandy) at a local pub, I found the great old man asking me, a mere squit, about local fishing spots.......
 
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Some great rivers Paul, I did fish the Nevern once and sometimes the Western Cleddau. Also fished the Gwaun, a lovely little river. I fished Poppit sands occasionally for flounders and bass but being only a kid had no transport. My Dad liked Strumble Head etc where a lot of deep water was available.

Hugh Falkus I remember as a prolific sea(?) angling writer from many years ago. What village was he living in Paul?
 
Great sea-trout and salmon fisher with classic books to his name and a very mixed off-river reputation. Difficult man for some people, but then he was a WWII fighter pilot and prisoner of war, and many of such types went rather off the rails and into hard social drinking then full-blown alcoholism and character change when the conflict ended. As for the village - I don't name names; suffice it to say I am just glad I knew it when I did: it's like ruddy Weybridge Out West now!
 
Hugh Falkus;
His daughter from his first marriage is a nun, I had a long chat with her one evening about her pater. According to her the man was a bullying selfish misogynist who's 'difficult personality' had far reaching consequences for those who were closest to him. She said he had massive mood swings and while he would shower the family with love and cuddles one minute he was allegedly not averse to dishing out a bit of domestic violence the next, she said this and the fact that he would simply disappear for months at a time with no contact was the reason for the collapse of his marriage. After the divorce he refused to have any contact with his children. Despite that she still had a grudging admiration for his writing talent.
 
Yes, both a charmer and a bully - know the type well, having had one among my relatives. Below is a Times review of a couple of books I bought from Medlar three years ago and found that the author of the Falkus biography, Chris Newton, a fellow sea-trout fisher, had very kindly signed.


From The Times

February 4, 2008

Tales of two fine lives on the riverbank

Brian Clarke, Fishing Correspondent


Angling has always been cavalier about its great men. We know who they were and what their contributions have been because, mostly, they wrote books and we have the books to read. But we know precious little about our heroes as individuals: about the kinds of men they were, the wider lives they lived, what drove and motivated them, what caused their creative springs to well beneath river and lake bed.

The Medlar Press, the small, specialist angling publisher, has started to change that. “Richard Walker - Biography of an Angling Legend” has been written by Barrie Rickards, a retired Cambridge professor. “Hugh Falkus - A Life on the Edge” is the work of Chris Newton, a former journalist. The Rickards book is an unashamed work of record, a series of essays that addresses different aspects of Walker's domestic and known angling life, from his birth in 1918 to his death in 1985. The Newton book, by contrast, is a work of investigation - probing and analytical and full of revelation.

From the moment when, in 1952, Walker caught by design a record carp weighing 44lb and followed it up with a string of other monsters - carp were, at that time, regarded as almost uncatchable - he became the most famous angler in Britain. Through his books and a weekly column in Angling Times that went on unbroken for 30 years, Walker showed how any fish, no matter how big or difficult, could be caught if sufficient logic, science, knowledge of the quarry and physical skill could be brought to bear. Little by little, through his writings and example, he changed the mindset of millions. Almost single-handedly, over time, he dragged coarse fishing out of the dark ages into the light.

Falkus's focus was narrower. He was a game angler above all. In Sea Trout Fishing - the much-enlarged 1975 second edition especially - he drew together all that was known and relevant about this fascinating fish, overlaid on it the results of his observations of the creature's needs and behaviour and revealed tackles and strategies that would bring it regularly to the bank.

With “Sea Trout Fishing”, Falkus effectively invented a new and exciting branch of angling, largely to be practised at night. His monumental “Salmon Fishing” (1984) became the Bible for those pursuing Salmo salar. By the time he died in 1996, white-maned in the eyrie in the Cumbrian fells where he lived, Falkus had, among game anglers, the stature and reputation of an Old Testament prophet.

We all had a pretty good idea, before the Rickards book, what manner of man Walker was. Thanks to his public appearances, his huge literary output and the blizzard-like scale of his correspondence, the man himself inevitably came through. He was by turns warm, generous, funny, sociable and arrogant. He was loyal, intellectually brilliant and family-rooted. He was, in other words, a rounded human being.

With a contribution by Walker's widow, Pat - a member of the famous Marston angling dynasty - and with shorter pieces by some of those who knew him - including one by me - Rickards takes us without surprise through Walker's early and domestic life; sets out his impact on angling at large and on coarse fishing in particular and discusses his place in angling history. Rickards concludes, rightly in my view, that Richard Walker was the most important known angler of all time.

Few, other than his friends, knew what Falkus was really like and, thanks to Newton's book, some of them may come to feel that they scarcely knew him at all - possibly, now, would not want to know him.

On the evidence presented here, Falkus was a dysfunctional human being: a drunk, a philanderer and a bully. It seems that he lied about his oft-flaunted war record, as he did about much else. He left a trail of debris that included former wives, mistresses and friends. He even fathered children whose existence he refused to acknowledge. The extent to which it all arose from stresses and tragedies in his early life - a seemingly unloving mother, long periods of solitary confinement as a prisoner of war, the loss of his second wife (“the love of my life”, he once told me) who drowned at sea while the two were out filming together, can only be guessed at and then to little profit.

What cannot be denied is that Falkus, one-on-one, could be hugely stimulating company and was a man of extraordinary energy, intellect, creativity, physical courage and sporting prowess. He wrote and narrated all 40 episodes of The Undersea World of Jacques Cousteau, as well as a string of books, his pioneering works on sea trout and salmon fishing among them.

We do not have to like or admire Falkus to acknowledge the value of his work, but, in the wider angling world at which these biographies are aimed, Walker was by far the more significant figure. Few biographies have been written about anglers. With these two, The Medlar Press has chosen the right ones to make their start. Any that follow seem destined to pale alongside.

Both books are available at medlarpress.com and cost £35 apiece.
 
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