Dave the hauler and the apple tree bites back

Well , I’m sat here with mum confined to the bivvy ,Tuesday afternoon in torrential rain ,whilst Dave has a quick snooze through his exertions . Things have gone well so far with 7 fish between us , well, when I say between us Dave has 5 so I’m being butt kicked again .

Dave fishing the point and myself in happy as usual , spots chosen and rigs placed out with the help of a trusty baitboat. However, 2 days in and my spots seem quiet apart from a turbo charged 18 lb common that thought he was a grass carp ,at dark o’clock, clearing the water twice as he led me a merry barefooted dance. Baitboat and fishfinder dispatched to the spots only to find I have under 2 feet of water in them, not something that would worry me but when checking Daves productive spots they have a good 3 1/2 to 4 feet , something learned here me thinks, yep, next time get here before him ha ha..

We decided to fish as a team , which has basically meant I place the baits out for him then I net and photograph his fish lol,so poaching in the moat and stock pond it is then.

After plenty of ribbing about my uncanny ability to catch bream on my previous few trips into France , John assured me there were none present so when I had a take late Saturday evening I was straight on the rod thinking of all things massive until a little red eye popped out of the gloom and a lively little tench chucked itself into the waiting net. I’m going to hear the end of this I thought and sure enough the jungle drums were beaten and soon my phone was full of quips such as “ come on Steve, the tenchion is killing us “ , oh I love my so called mates.

Away from the fishing it appears that the plant life has started to fight back. As I walked up to the main building for a crafty couple of bottles I noticed John giggling on the sit on mower. He explained that whilst cutting the grass he misjudged the distance under the apple tree and it wedged him underneath. As he reversed it pushed him further to the mower until it finally released him in a flurry of leaves.

Anyway Dave has managed 5 so far , mirrors of 31 and 38 and 22, a beautiful fully scaled monkey of 16 1/2 and a common of 22.

Strangely enough all of Daves fish so far have come at either breakfast or evening meal involving a sprint to the rods with Dave showing the way and me following with my shorts halfway down my legs and crocs dropping off every other stride, a sight for sore eyes and surely a spectator sport. Each fight was accompanied by Daves obligatory puffing and wheezing after his little jog down to the peg although last nights carpy interlude wasn’t so funny as yes chilli night had struck once again and two burping and farting carping lunatics were stood in the point giggling at how green each other looked. Try as I may I haven’t managed to poke any of his fish off with the landing net yet but il save that for later in the week if he carries on muttering 1-0, 2-0 under his breath, yes David my good friend I’ve heard you. I think you should sleep with one eye open from now on.

I myself went for a quick poach in the stock pond to see if I could entice one of the remaining fish out of there as there is hardly any water in there apart from the few deeper holes on the far bank under the trees. Gilbert the lakes resident 40 lb grassie is sat under his favourite bush with a few decent mirrors so why not. Little did I know Dave thought it would be funny to take photos of said sad poacher , something that backfired on him , as I actually hooked and landed one , yaaaay , a 17 lb mirror that now swims with his buddies in the main lake. If a certain someone continues the way he is he too may be swimming with the fishes very soon lol. Anyway rain stopped, back out for more poaching and wait until tea time for Daves next run.

Up for tea in thunderstorm and monsoon conditions praying the rods stay silent but Daves away again and the sprint begins.Now the others won’t know this until they see the blog as I was a little late to help my mate out due to a little accident rather than the fact I’m so unfit. I had managed to kick the crocs off before I nose dived into the drink but managed to run through a little present one of the cats had left on the path that squidged through my toes, a rather unpleasant experience I might add. A little wet wipe stop was called for.

Anyway Daves face was a picture as he held aloft his prize, a stunning 31-12 mirror that we didn’t recognise that has been named Reggie. Two happy carpers ,soaked to the skin, it doesn’t get any better than this.

Back up to tea and mum threatened to stab me with a fork as there are only so many times I can catch her with “repeat” and “echo “. Funny as it is it’s getting cruel now. What’s that I hear you say, yeah nice try!!!!

Still dark after watching the mighty Leeds beat West Brom Daves smiley mush appears in the doorway with news he has had a 17 lb common, then amazingly at brekkie its my turn to do the meal time marathon and land myself a 21-12 mirror, happy days.

Daves gone down to the village to fill up so I’ve been a true friend and filled his baited spots in with bricks as a true friend would.

So much for bricks, 30 mins after the shopper gets back with sweeties he’s away again , this time a 24 lb common .

My stove then gives up the ghost and I borrow one from John to make the three happy campers some nice warm Horlicks , all cozy in my bivvy before beddy byes. A minute later, the bivvy full of gas and I can’t light the bloody thing jeez. Note to self, wear your glasses numpty , the stove is upside down, realising just as Dave is trying to sort his phone to video my idiotic nocturnal faux pas. Never mind mate, maybe next time. Well the wind dropped and stopped blowing into Daves corner and fish start showing all over, has the tide begun to change.

Bait the moat I keep telling myself, rather than spend all my time socialising , so before breakfast that’s what I do. Straight after the fish are ripping up the bottom and before the day is out I’ve had two more on bottom baits to take the score to 8-5 beating our target of 12 for the week so we’ll chuffed.

Dave is on his way mid morning tomorrow so hopefully we can up the tally before then.

Dave left me on my lonesome but after finding fish and feeding them in themoat I managed a lovely little mirror in his autumn suit and a cracking scale perfect common last thing of 22 lb that has no doubt never seen a hook.

That’s the perfect end to a great trip , the big girls once again eluded us but Neil is back in a fortnight so that may change.

One final thing happened, as I stood over the stock pond I saw Gilbert and one of the resident mirrors casually swim down the channel and under the bridge into the moat and swim on the surface into the main body of the lake. The remaining fish kept turning at the bridge but I’m sure will be through in the next few days looking for food .

The Wals , the wig and the missing teeth

The Wals return after struggling last time with the fish in jiggy jiggy mode hoping to bank some of the lakes jewels. Things went well with 3 mirrors to Brian, 24, 28,and 37 1/2, a mirror of 27 and a common of 23 to Rog , and a mirror of 19 to Ken. Now these boys have fished around so nothing is too serious with once again the social side at the top of the agenda.

One day Rog collared Jan and asked if he could join them on one of there daily shopping trips as he’d forgotten his shampoo. Jan quickly responded that she could let him have some of hers or some that customers had left. Rog explained that he needed special stuff as he was allergic to certain things and it didn’t do much for his hair. That day after his shower Rog passed Jan muttering and Jan thought oh yeah he’s right , then realised she’d been done again as Rog was sporting a wig.

How do they top that you may ask ,well , John was called by Ken with a problem. “ I’ve lost my teeth down the plug hole” explained Ken, “ yeah right “ thought John but then noticed the toothless smile beaming at him. “I can see them , but I can’t get them “ he explained with John trying not to laugh. “ I was told to take em out to clean them and I dropped em “ , this gets better.

No probs and John quickly dismantles the waste and extracts said teeth , giving them back to their owner. Pop up plug down and John fills the sink so Ken can give them a swill . “Thanks mate “ says Ken , then noooooooooo, “why are my legs and feet getting wet ?” Asks John with waste still in hand. Yep you’ve guessed Ken has lifted the plug and John now needs a change of clothing.

Be glad to see these boys back bringing more humour to the bank.

Second visit, 2 new PBs

With the return visit of Dave and Martin, the weather decided it was going to get even hotter, a situation that was affecting the fishing at hundreds of lakes throughout France, so things didn’t really look good for the boys at all.

True to form , no matter how hard they tried, the fish just didn’t want to know until a couple of days of cooler temperatures at the end of the week suddenly changed things.

8-30 on the Friday morning and things turned round for them, a pb mirror of 37-4 for Dave to go with mirrors of 25-4 and 24 plus an 18lb common. Martin joined in with a 16-8 common and a pb mirror of 40-4.

Well done fellas, I’ve known anglers pack up and go home during weeks like this, just goes to show how a little change in the conditions can bring about a sudden change in the fishing.

Once again the happy pair have rebooked for next year, hoping for a little cooler stay.

The Wals are back again for another try next , but will the weather beat them this time now the spawning has stopped.

First visit, new PB

Adam and Ian flew in for the all inclusive package after seeing Mike Salisbury’s video with the weather baking everything in its way. The fish were in the upper layers under the cover of the overhanging trees and bushes and didn’t really want to play ball.

Give the lads their due, they asked all the right questions and took it all on board, giving it their best shot with simple rigs and bottom baits to no avail, until Tuesday that is.

Adam managed to bank 3 fish on this productive day, an 18-5 mirror, 24-6 mirror and cracking new pb mirror of 40-5 , definitely worth the wait. Unfortunately that was it for the week but they enjoyed themselves that much that a return next year was booked before they departed for the airport.

MIKE AND JORDAN MAKE A MOVIE

Time for the visit of Mike Salisbury and his young helper Jordan intent on filming their trip hopefully with a few whackers involved.

I won’t bore you with the ins and outs of the trip but point you towards you tube and Legends La Tremblaye , an insight to whats available at this stunning venue. Yes they caught, yes they loved it, yes they are coming back next year , nuff said.

Needless to say the tactics and tackle used are explained by Mike himself , and no humans or piscatorial creatures were harmed in the making of this film, Enjoy.

Big thanks to Mike and Jordan, the film has generated a lot of interest in the lake to the extent that our next guests booked straight away after watching it, we shall see how they fare.

Return of the Wals, forget the birdie song, and a Monty Python sketch revisited

Following on from Simons weather beaten trip was a welcome return to the lake for the WALS aka Ken, Rog & Paul . Being a return visit , the journey to the lake would surely be uneventful, however, the satnav had other ideas ,and, after finally arriving at their destination was routinely drug tested. Now this is the second time a device has been tested, on my first visit mine too was put through this , only to test positive for DOPE !!!! Oh no i hear you say, shaking your heads in disapproval, but the only DOPE proved to be the operator lol, well i didn’t know there was more than one La Pin in France did i ?

After setting up and being fed and watered , the lads decided that the best plan of action would be to get a good nights kip and start their onslaught at first light. Ken plotted up in the Point, Paul in the Slip and Rog in the Outlet, let the games begin.

First light, first cast in the point to Ken with a method feeder and hair rigged lake special , and a fish is hooked,turning out to be a stunning mirror of 37lb, what a start. Now with a start like that a fantastic week was expected but guess what ? Yep, once again a weather front moved in bringing wind, rain and temperatures plummeting, and the fish doing the off.

Typically for the lads, the weather warmed on tuesday but unbelievably the fish decided they would stick two fingers up at the hard working piscators and go straight into spawning mode, do not pass go, do not collect fish and go directly to your bivvy.

Ken then had a run out of the blue on a bottom bait fished in the moat and banked a pretty 22lb mirror, at last something is feeding.

Paul and Rog then decided a move was in order and moved across into Happys so at least they could have a social if the fish had other ideas. Try as they might they couldn’t get them interested although Ken managed to entice a pretty little common from the small corner bay near the moat entrance, well fished that man.

It has to be said that this carp fishing lark isn’t all about catching our quarry at all costs, which proved to be a lighter moment of our visitors week . The guys had experienced the spawning routines of the little blighters on more than one occasion on their French travels so knew what to expect and were in great spirits throughout the week , to the extent that they thought it may be fun to have a giggle at our hosts expense.

Rog decided to take a rod and fish the shallows near the Steps, and as usual, on his rounds to see all during the day, John made his way round for a chat. As they were chatting John caught something out of the corner of his eye in the rushes of the swim, a bloody Heron !!!

Look at that saucy git , he’s got some nerve, John exclaimed, watch this , il get rid of the cheeky little so and so ( or something along those lines, as its close to the watershed ).

At this point John started to clap, louder and louder, the Heron taking not a blind bit of notice. By this time the other two lads had come across to see what all the commotion was about with this mad man clapping like some performing sea lion waiting for his treat. At this point John realised something was amiss and by the laughter echoing around him , finally clicked that said bird was a strategically placed plastic decoy ,” Taxi for Wright ” don’t you love it when a plan comes together.

Oh it doesn’t end there, if John has been hooked , then surely he could lead Jan into the trap, or could he ?

Later that evening after dinner the lads were back in their swims , John and Jan started on their lap of the lake. Approaching the jetty John pointed out our not so feathered friend sitting quietly in the rushes and started to clap, which had Jan clapping too. As they approached the steps to the swim, Jans clapping was accompanied by her shouts and stamps , resembling the birdie song on crack lol, followed by ” i think he’s dead ! “( sure theres a monty python sketch here somewhere ), quickly followed by howls of laughter. It looked so real , he’s still there, a new addition to the fishery.

No more fish followed but the lads have booked a week in september to see if they can get among the big girls, thanks guys ,have a safe journey home.

Next time is the visit of my good mate Mike Salisbury , a Kodex consultant and angling coach along with young Jordan , again Kodex consultant and helper for the promotional video Mike is going to be doing for the lake, as it is felt the lake and grounds are at the stage where John is really happy about, and the time is right to bring this little gem into the carping mainstream.

See you next time.

A cold start to a new season

Good evening carp followers and welcome to the dawn of a new season here at Tremblaye. A nice surprise was the addition of 2 gorgeous 50lb fish during the colder months that have had a little time to settle in to their new surroundings. Large fish have been seen crashing all over the lake so things looked good for the arrival of an old friend in Simon, back for his 3rd trip i believe.

Simons saturday arrival was for once a dry one , all set up and rods out after being fed and watered, fishing from Happys out towards the far bank ( hang on , who said you could fish my swim, poaching me thinks ).

9.30 pm and the rod on the bent tree bursts into life, taking out another rod in the process, but after a good fight a good looking grassy is in the net. On the scales , 36-2 and a new p.b, what a start, cigar time on the first night. Rig wise just a simple blow back rig with a long hair finished with Simons new bait rolled by Mark Lycett at custom bait services.

Eyes opened sunday morning and yep, once again, early season weather strikes, ice in the cradle and a little nippy in the nether regions.

Tuesday evening , a single bleep at 6pm, then 6.20 pm and the alarm is howling, and another feisty inhabitant makes a bid for freedom. Fish in the net, dinner back in the oven, and john and jan arrive at the swim to find what looks like an unknown mirror sulking in the folds of the net.

37-3 on the scales and another pb , photos done, dinner consumed, rods back outing a very happy carper sits snugly in the realms of his bivvy castle. Again the fish falling to the blow back rig from the bent tree.

Temperatures then started to rise and fish appeared all across the lake raising hopes.

Thursday dinner finished, and walking back to the swim , a single bleep on the rod in the moat produced a cracking common of 21 lb , which turned out to be the last fish of the session.

Nice start to the season, and Simon already booked in for next year, lets see if we can get some of the big girls out this year, with more weeks filled this year, ive struggled to bag myself a space.

Simon and the doomsday cloud

Simon arrived for his second visit of the year, and after a quick walk round and chat realised it would be foolish not to set up camp in fizzers as the numbers of fish showing in that area on the end of the south westerly was amazing.

Unfortunately , just as he unloaded the car the clouds came over and proceeded to dump rain of biblical proportions all over the lake.

Soon after , a rather damp angler burst through the doors laughing , but he’d got his bivvy up and all the other stuff he’d managed to get inside it before it too got drenched. Final bits and pieces taken round after  another wonderful meal and his baits were dispatched to his pre-baited spots for the night.

Our goodbyes said over breakfast along with good luck wishes for Simon, as he prepared for the week ahead.

2.45 am Tuesday morning after being tormented by fish crashing day and night the left hand margin rod was away resulting in a lovely 25-10 mirror caught on a 20mm N1 wafter on a blowback rig, with ESP hook link and Ridge Monkey straight point size 6 hook. 

Now it is here i have to compliment Simon on his choice of bait. After rolling and being involved in the rolling of my own baits for 30 years and trying to understand the ins and outs of ingredients etc i have seen some horrendous baits over the years being fed into lakes. Simons choice of the N1 rolled by JK Baits & Attractors was totally different to these in its make up and did surprise me, a lovely nutty aroma and taste ( yep i ate one ). Well done boys keep up the good work.

Tuesday 6.30pm , straight after the award winning chilli, the left hand margin rod was away again resulting in a mirror known as drop tail nestling in the net at a new PB weight of 29-14. This was caught on 2 x 18mm N1’s + an N1 corn pop up.

Wednesday 11-45 am and the rod on the bent tree tore off producing a 28-8 mirror to an N1 bottom bait and trimmed down N1 corn pop up .

Wednesday evening drew in along with the storm clouds , winds and lashing rain , John reckoned the lightening was so bright he could see Simon struggling to hold on in the bivvy at the far end of the lake. Simon emerged unscathed for breakfast but did comment that he was worried about the large bivvy he had erected as he couldn’t reach both sides to hold it down . He also mentioned that the strange sighting early morning of a young lady in red shoes carrying a dog, being followed by a lion, a scarecrow and a tin man made him fear the wind had been worse than he imagined.

Thursdays fish, a common of 29lb came from the bent tree spot to a 20mm N1 wafter + 1/2 18mm bottom bait.

The last fish of the session came from the mouth of the moat at 8-20 am Saturday morning , a 24-10 mirror falling to an N1 wafter.

A great end to a productive trip, and he’s already booked in for a week next year.

Great to meet you mate, well done and look forward to meeting again.

Thanks for that mum

I think I’m getting a cold remarked mum as she got into the car, only days after claiming she hadn’t had one for years. After the journey down sniffling and snorting it was decided to hang a bell and unclean sign around her neck then fumigate the car, as I’ve now got a sore throat awwwwwwwww.

Great to be back , looking forward to Daves  arrival the day after to continue our holiday that was so rudely interrupted in June.

Newly acquires Titan t2 bivvy hotel erected in happy s swim and a relaxing few hours as I had decided not to sort the rods until Dave arrived.

I had come armed with crayfish traps courtesy of fishtec which were carefully placed close to the rocky margins baited with cat food. First night spent in the apartment watching the mighty Leeds lol and straight off to the land of nod .

Dave arrived and gear quickly set up in the point and all rods placed along the far bank , game on.

1 am the following morning , ” give me a hand Steve ” was heard and Dave was off the mark with a 22 lb mirror, one I haven’t seen before.

Full day after stalking in the moat with nothing to show for our troubles then fed and watered including a pear and rhubarb crumble made with fresh ingredients from the garden.

The weather had turned cold in the evening and mum decided to retire to the apartment and leave me to cough and splutter alone. Early morning and Daves dulcet tones announced the netting of a 31 1/2 mirror , nice one. After seeing fish show on the outlet bank throughout the day before we had a day stalking along there with once again nothing to show for our troubles.

Spots topped up with bait and up to the house we go for chilli night yaaaaaay. Unfortunately the curse of chilli night did not reappear and the rods remained silent although the massive trifle didn’t last long.

Mum decided it was best if she remained in the apartment as it was getting colder although I guessed it was probably safer for her with the likely after effects of chilli and trifle in enclosed spaces.

All the fields surrounding had been harvested which seemingly had caused an influx of another type of unwelcome critter , mr rat and his mates as we had seen a couple earlier that day. New traps deployed and it was now man versus crayfish and rats lol. A few hours later and the scores on the doors were Man 15 crayfish 0, and Man 3 Rats 0 result

The hills are alive with the sound of, well something , but not exactly music, needless to say it would be foolhardy to crank up the stove in case the new bivvy disappeared in a puff of smoke. Not again, I thought, early morning, Daves landed another 19 1/2 mirror , all 3 from the same spot off the bent tree, and all passing the P2 and particle onto the mats.

Backside, kicking and well & truly were words that came to mind but hey ho that’s fishing for you just can’t buy a bite at the moment.

Another day stalking in the moat produced zilch but yours truly missed a take through chatting lol, but to see john appear with some cold beers was amazing but then an hour later to come back with a tray of tea and biscuits , unbelievable.

Pork tegine demolished and back to the rods, repositioned Daves bent tree rod and 10 mins later he’s away or rather not, both feeling the fish then nothing, fish trailing line perhaps ?  Rod back out, Dave pays a visit to the loo and his alarm screeches again, I’m into the fish and hand him the rod as he puffs and pants down to the swim, but something doesn’t feel right. Into the net slips a 22 lb common but hang on there are 2 rigs and 2 hooks, that’s the trailer sorted then. Unfortunately the said rig was not very well put together giving the lead no chance of coming free and even certain parts attached the wrong way round, not something you want to see.

On the critter front scores on the doors now Man 17 Crayfish 0 and Man 5 Rats 0, at least I’m catching something.

Sat on the bivvy floor 3am and not a sound , never been anywhere when there hasn’t been any noise not even birds. Next thing I know it’s 6.30 and I’ve heard an alarm, yep the fish meister is in again, this time an 18 lb mirror from the moat, quickly followed by a 14 lber, I’ve told him it’s not funny anymore.

Halfway through breakfast and my alarm signals a take and soon a cheeky 15 lb mirror is in the net thank god, and believe it or not I have 2 mice in the same trap ( I’m really good at catching something )

Whilst stalking the afternoon in the moat we nearly had a little accident which Dave thought rather funny. I must have dropped off to sleep and with my chair being on an incline I woke up falling forward , just grabbing the sides of the chair to stop myself tumbling down the bank and into the moat, yeah really funny mr jones.

Mums now public enemy number 1 as everyone but Jan has cold, coughing, sneezing and spluttering everywhere, I’ve just coughed up something that resembles Orville without as many feathers, not nice.

Through the night Dave the fish whisperer had a 16 lb common from the moat then an 18 lb mirror again from the bent tree. A day stalking produced nothing but a bag full of empty bottles but the night produced a 22 lb common for me making the scores 8-2. Then tragedy struck.

Sat in the sun around 1 pm Daves been tree rod screamed off and he struck into a fish that came in quite easily until it was under the rod tip then decided it wasn’t playing any more. Line peeled from the reel then was gradually regained then off again it went for 5 mins. As the fish passed into the moat I noticed how deep the fish was and how wide across the shoulders, but as it turned I realised it was a fish I had made acquaintance with on my first visit one cold February , a visit that seemed so far away.The fish in question had three large scales on its shoulder and had done me that day ejecting the hook whilst being brought over the net. Careful Dave we nearly have her, then off she went at a rate of knots but suddenly changed direction altering the line angle and once again ejecting the hook. Don’t know who was most gutted, she was big , but that’s fishing.

Daves gear packed away ready for departure tomorrow, that has gone quick,but tonight he’s bedded down with me in the titan 2 hotel. Broke back mountain was mentioned earlier lol, but as I speak both sides of the sleeping bag are being zipped up alongside the barbed wire fence and machine gun turret around the bed chair. Will the last night bring one of the mystery fish to the net, let’s hope so.

3 am and I’ve woken up with a start as my chest is tight and I’m thinking jeez no I can’t be having a heart attack, only to find myself staring into the eyes of a startled A.C , one of John and jans cats, bloody thing.

3 hours later both me and Dave hear the one bleep of an alarm, go on then I said why don’t you rub it in then, only to realise it was mine, and with an excited giggle I was hovering over the rod in question. Very slowly the bobbin rose so I struck and connected with the culprit which turned out to be white stripe at 33 lb, happy days.

Dave left at 10 and I managed a 17 lb mirror from the moat, but as the wind blew into fizzers more and more fish were showing along that bank 

Packed up and car being readied by 3 pm just as the clouds moved over and it spotted with rain, a great week had by all, but the weather looks as though Simon may catch it just right.

 

 

 

Venison steaks on the bank, I wish, although they are a bit are a bit deer for me

Yeah, yeah , I know, sorry about the title of the post, if that’s the best joke I’ve got it’s going to be a long day.

Martin and Dave arrived to lovely weather for their first visit to La Tremblaye ,and after a cuppa and walk round decided to make base camp in the outlet.

As part of their annual pilgrimage across the channel the lads have always cooked for themselves al fresco, which would be a first for the lake,and as expected the  whole swim was spotless throughout their stay which is a credit to them, and obviously a deterrent for any vermin which has been a major plus at the lake due to the cleanliness of the bank side. Thank you for that boys.

Well after the cook tent was erected, 2 fridges, 2 x 4 burner cookers, professional catering pots and pans, pressure cooker, fresh coffee percolator, gas containers , it was now Friday and time to pack up and get ready for the journey home lol ( only kidding, jealousy is not a good thing ). All that was missing was the appearance of Gordon Ramsey and Jamie Oliver as the set up would have done them proud.

Now for the food, something a little special me thinks as Dave was into a little hunting, so included hand made burgers and venison ( mmmmmm), along with an array of herbs and spices.

Saturday night and Dave managed to get a couple of rods in while Martin chilled.

After our chats before the trip the lads brought along some crayfish traps and proceeded to lighten the number of the little critters in the lake. Cleaned and prepared these were then cooked as a starter ( can I tag along next time please ).

On the fishing front both caught pbs with Dave breaking his twice with a 36 mirror then a 39 grassie , happy days. 6 fish in total for the week in glorious conditions .

Just before departing, the lads explained that normally they don’t revisit venues but we’re considering coming back which is a credit to the work John and Jan put into the place, and left some fantastic remarks in the book. 

Thanks for coming, hope to see you soon , it was a pleasure .

 

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