a bit about me

Welcome to Plan P, where fresh prepared particle meets the vibrant flavours of my home grown produce. Nestled on the outskirts of Surrey, my fresh and prepared particle baits are a celebration of local ingredients, home grown produce and a commitment to creating unforgettable prepared bait. All bait is prepared fresh to order and has the flexibility to cater for small and large orders. Bait can be collected in person, delivered by one of our team locally or collected in store from Caterham Angling on a Friday. Therefore, if you happen to be a little bit short on a few items of tackle you will be able to top up in store as well as collecting your bait for your convenience. 

My earliest memories of fishing, stem back to going into Surbiton Angling when Andy used to run the shop on the Hook Road next to the A3. I remember going in the shop with Dad as a boy to get maggots and hook link lengths for fishing on the float on the Thames at Sunbury and various other areas some 25 + years ago. Andy was always such a lovely, helpful gentlemen so was gutted when he moved to Hinchley Wood years later and I moved away from the area. I do remember popping to the Hogsmill River after school with Dad as a kid and catching gudgeon and sticklebacks near the source in Ewell. It’s strange when you think about it because everybody does everything in their life for the last time at some point. The last time I fished the Thames with Dad, the last time I fished with Dad as a boy, but you don’t know, when you’re doing it, that you’re doing it for the last time. A reason why my photography is so important because at least I have that to look back on, as memories and recollections do fade and get forgotten about.

Little makes me smile more than remembering sitting with Dad on this old wooden deck chair he used to take for me to sit on whilst he would sit on the cumbersome green Shakespeare tackle boxes one would adorn themselves with. I would carefully tackle up, baited more often as not with a worm and cast out. The rod would feel alive and my slim red tipped float would ride nicely on the incoming ripples. After a few moments, without any warning whatsoever the float ducked straight under and since that day I have seen the float disappear on many occasions. However, that first astonishing disappearance remains the most memorable of all. As such I still have the rod, reel and float in the garage I used to catch it on as boy. I always liked and still enjoy those quick clear streams where I could see down into the depths and watch for fish moving in the current. Rivers such as the Mole, the Hogsmill and the Wandle were all within a reasonable distance to me and are still to this day now that I drive. Back then I was always reliant on Dad or the bus. All these streams ran clear, certainly much clearer and cleaner than they are now.

Après la pluie, le beau temps