The Holy Grail of Carp Ponds...

[Julian]

...................................and would you mind bringing me a cooked lunch..................

[Gary Bills]

Dear Snape,
You have my absolute permission to fish Hunstrete any time you wish. Just say FB sent you, - and smile....

[Snape]

Great news then chaps. Just what I wanted to hear!
Always knew those family connections would come in handy!
As Wilmot Popham married Andrew Luttrell of Dunster castle and the Luttrells go back to Edward I 'Longshanks', I guess I could claim fishing rights for anywhere (maybe not Scotland though)!

[Gary Bills]

You Royal person, you!

[Gary Bills]

You Royal person, you!

Mind you, some of us go a bit further back...!

"BILLS”
"The name itself, one of those pithy Saxon names that does not show its vigour until translated into
modern English, is from the Anglo-Saxon word Bil or Bill, meaning a sword.
It was in use as a family name as early as the time of Edward the Confessor,
and is found among the landholders of England in the Doomsday-Book, compiled
about 1080."

[Skeff]

Well I'm related to Sir Francis Walsingham and have inherited all of his finer character traits.... So you lot better watch it!

Somewhere I have a Golden Scale Club membership card that states " Skeffington is a member of the Golden Scale Club and has the divine right to fish wherever it should please him to do so... Signed Chris Yates. I've never dared to use it but one day I will, at a venue that justifies the "front" required. Junction Pool on the Tweed is favourite.....

[Gary Bills]

Well I'm related to Sir Francis Walsingham and have inherited all of his finer character traits.... So you lot better watch it!

Somewhere I have a Golden Scale Club membership card that states " Skeffington is a member of the Golden Scale Club and has the divine right to fish wherever it should please him to do so... Signed Chris Yates. I've never dared to use it but one day I will, at a venue that justifies the "front" required. Junction Pool on the Tweed is favourite.....

You mean, Sir Francis "By the Ankles" Walsingham, "Elizabethan of the Year, 1590" and the trusted pal of Christopher Marlowe..Ohhh er...I'm minding my manners now!
Put away those thumb-screws, Sir!