Found in the Sky

Whilst the soul can't be fed by an absent pike the body can be by a pheasant or two.  No return from the Fens would be complete without a brace of pheasant from the cellar of our generous old friend Mr. Nicholas Allpress.  The game despatched in the Empress of Arcadia's stew and washed down with a bottle of Elgood's Black Dog whilst reading aloud a 1925 edition of the W.J Cummins Fishing Tackle and Gun Catalogue.