Abu
12 October 2009 // Arcadia //On Water
Jeff, (in response to the previous post) They really take me back to when I first started fishing. I remember looking through Tight Lines….it was like porn: full of the unobtainable. ABU gear seemed so exotic….especially those reels with the metallic spool covers. I like the old boy and the smoker….that’s very Swedish. Call me [...]
Abu in Arcadia
ladies and gentlemen 1972 is dead. long live 1973! and 1974 and ’75. the new landscape format for the Abu Catalogue was launched on a sea of mushroom tea and Scandinavian satrorialism: as lennart borgstorm said, ‘because we love to fish‘. john andrews of arcadia vintage fishing tackle from svangsta spitalfields antiques market commercial street [...]
Esox in Arcadia
ladies and gentlemen www.andrewsofarcadia.com- vintage fishing tackle for the soul will have been out there in space for exactly one calendar year tomorrow and to celebrate this auspicious occasion there will be a special two week listing on the site. the first week will also mark the maiden cast in anger for this season’s pike [...]
Letter From Arcadia
ja your postcard of a back-end tour, a down your way on the pubs and boot sales of old norfolk was a matchbox pickwick papers. my reply should reach out to sterne and the sentimental journey, but france today has fallen into the bad company of carp thieves. my own horseless carriage guzzled the oats [...]
Postcard From Arcadia
Dun For dp whilst you were home on the pits again we took the metal road north to the norfolk coast to walk among flooded saltwater creeks and along the disappearing shores of forgotten beaches. the sea defences abandoned at cley next the sea and salthouse, turning the dun cow public house into the real [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Carp of Darkness ja you look mighty in your mead-hall, viking waders bloodstained as you quell the wreckers with that song of babylon; you look high & mighty in your barrow boy’s cap, blue-striped sky like a long boat sail, or the very trousers of obelix himself as you set arcadia down in stone, playing [...]
Letters From Arcadia
The Wet Woods Of Home DP Whilst you were caught in the teeth of a French car farce-10 the wind turned to the west over England and brought us much needed rain, filling every ditch from Dagenham Breach to Dagsville with life. The tench have stayed elusive at Frensham but the golden rudd have appeared [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Joy Ride in a Bait Can ja those were terrible days you speak of, your floats marooned in the glare of a desert sun over stockbridge. in normandie the air was like the insides of a dog van, the heat a manacle you dragged round day and night. it sat like a swarm, it blinded [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Two Pints on the Village’s Boundary Wall dp whilst you were eating at the poltergeist’s picnic with none other than b.o.b – the baron of battersea – and doing the memory of forgotten london bus routes proud, the season opened here with gatherings in the pillars of hercules, the dam at highgate no. 2 and [...]
Letter From Arcadia
Bonjour Bob ja good to hear the newly oiled ratchets of arcadia, words flowing like ale down the wye, or the other 22 rivers in a certain volume of water, a bouquet of summer flowers (in the cryptic meaning) of which arcadia/arcadii are proud contributaries. a lot to catch up then; just not a lot [...]
Caught by the River