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MARK KERRIDGE
THE ST IVES
SHALLOW
PIT
I t had been 15 weeks sin c e my la s t s es s i o n a t S t I ve s f i s h i n g
t h e Shallow Pit , and I was i tc hi ng to ge t b a ck ove r th e re . I h a d
g o t married earlier in the ye ar, fo l lowe d by o u r h o n ey m o o n
a n d a change of company a t wo rk , a l l o f wh i c h I wo u l d n’ t h ave
c h anged for the world. T he o n ly f i s hi n g I h ad m a n a g e d wa s o n
a couple of local waters in E ss ex w i t h an o ld f ri e n d , c a tc h i n g
u p and having a social mo re t h an a ny t h i n g . A fe w f i s h we re
c a ught between us up to th e m i d- 2 0 s i n c lu d i n g s o me l ove ly
o l d, dark commons, which we re a s b l a ck as yo u r h a t an d a s o l d
a s the hills. I also manage d to g e t o u r yo u n g e s t , H ar vey, o u t
fo r a bit of fishing, going b a c k to b a s i c s w i t h h i m – s o m e t h i n g
I h aven’t done for years. He eve n ca u gh t a fe w c a rp , a n d I t h i n k
a new generation of angler h a s n ow b ee n c re a te d !
Finally, a long-awaited we ek ’ s h o li d ay wa s u p o n me – a t
l a st my chance to get the ro d s o u t a ga i n ove r a t S t I ve s. T h e
FR E ELINE 47
