Going to spend the whole B/Holiday trying to get the wily ol' buggers to snaffle a Boillie or such, Mem Sahib ensconced in the Caravan which is close enough to remote the Alarms but you've got to keep 'em busy delivering Bacon Butties and such, anyway she needs the exercise, the fat cnut! No maggot drowners allowed on here. Don't you just love the sound of a Delkim in the morning. If you come across a Tackle Tart tell them to turn their fcuking alarm volumes down, the bastards, as my Springer reacts to the sound. Tight lines and Screaming Reels, lovely boys............Update Tues.