Top Quality French Carp Fishing

NEW Lake Record caught on 26th. April 2017 at 76lb 15oz

120 -150 different carp of 40lb. or bigger inc. 41 + different 50lb. plus carp

and 6 different 60lb plus carp And 2 known 70lb plus carp.



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She had a brief conversation with Mum’s nurse who was apparently just about to phone us to suggest that we should get to the hospital because “things didn’t look too good”. By the time we had dressed hurriedly and driven the short distance to the hospital, we were five minutes too late and Mum had died in her sleep.

A lot of coughing and swallowing hard as well as pretending that I had something in my eye followed and then came the task of telling our daughters. Our middle daughter Michelle took it quite calmly and said all the right things to reassure us but I suspect that her husband Scott spent a lot of time with her to get her through the next few hours.

Our youngest, Sharon, was totally distraught and it was all that we could do to persuade her not to drive over to meet us there and then.

The next phone call led to even more surprises. We phoned our eldest, Teresa, only to have the call answered by her mother-in law who informed us that at 4.00 am Teresa had been collected by ambulance and taken to the John Radcliffe maternity hospital. We left my mum’s room, drove to Oxford, and our next visit was to welcome our latest granddaughter to the world.

Within nine hours I had lost my Mum and gained a beautiful granddaughter. Very appropriately her name is Paige and I prayed that this would herald the opening of a new page in the story of our lives.

My emotions were in turmoil and I didn’t know whether I was on my backside or my elbow but now we needed a new focus and I couldn’t think of anything better to focus on than our move to France.

Once we had laid my Mum and Jan’s Dad to rest we focused properly on our planned move. Our house went on the market in June and the valuation suggested that we would have more money at our disposal than we had originally expected.

I tried to control my excitement by telling everyone that it was only worth what someone would pay for it but nevertheless we couldn’t resist a few trips to different areas of France,

to try to narrow down the search to specific regions so that we knew which we would be prepared to live in.

Southern Champagne looked good, but Burgundy with its river Saone was our favourite.

In fact we were so certain about our plans that we decided to put together a proper budget. We knew the theoretical value of our house and how much the estate agents would be taking so I phoned Pickfords to get a quote for moving us to “central France” and then contacted a solicitor who specialised in European purchases.

I explained what we were searching for and my outline was basically a house with at least a ten acre lake. The lady that I was talking to immediately gave me the telephone number of an estate agent in Macon. Apparently her boss had been in Macon the previous week, to sign for her new holiday home, when they had received a phone call from a Swiss couple who had a property with several acres of land and a 6 hectare lake.

I phoned immediately and arranged to see the property that weekend.

As soon as I saw “Etang du Roivre” I fell in love with everything about it - the solitude, tranquillity, wildlife, everything that I could possibly want and, to cap it all, the house was built as part of the dam wall.








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