CT's Gentleman's Club
We in the Purchase and Marketing office, like to think of ourselves as refined, gentlemen with a passion for cricket, fine wines and most importantly, fly fishing. The sport of gentlemen, none of this worm drowning malarkey in this office, oh no.
Between certain members of the Cambrian Tyres Gentleman’s Club* there is a competition on each fishing trip to see who catches the most fish on that outing and at the end of the season, great pride is felt by the person that holds the trophy until the start of the new fishing season.
There is an annual fishing trip to Talyllyn Lake, just up the road from here, there is camping and eating and drinking and some fishing and drinking, more eating and some more drinking and plenty of watching tents fly off down the valley in the teeth of a hurricane and then more sitting miserably on the windy rain swept lake not catching any fish at all. But it would not be called fishing if you caught fish all the time, it would be called catching then. It’s a yearly thing and seems to take weeks of planning and talking about.
But I digress; an impromptu fishing trip was planned this week at a local fishing spot up in the very wilds of Mid Wales at Teifi Pools. Again the usual excitement and hilarity ensued. There was talk of trips to the tackle shop to get new flies., tactics were planned, all the preparations were in place for a fine summers evening of fishing in some of Wales’ most stunning scenery… Apart from the all important ticket to fish. Last minute panics and excursions to far flung Tregaron to the village store to get the all important ticket to fish and then finally Paul and Dave were able to get to the lake.
By all accounts, a fine evenings fishing was had until past when the sun had set over the Cambrian Mountains and it was too dark to untangle the knotted mass of Pauls team of flies.
Dave retained the trophy on what was considered a two one victory on away turf. It is now sat on his desk next to his pickled egg.
Glass of port anybody?
* Entry into the CT Gentleman’s Club is along strict rules and guidelines. Firstly, you must work at CT. You must either fish/run/read/like cheese (being a Gentleman is not strictly necessary). Facial hair is a mandatory requirement, even if only temporary for the occasion or grown in situ. Upon entry into the club you will be taught the special handshake and frisked for biscuits which are turned over to Paul for safe keeping.
