Tigerr

I have just put new modern braid line onto my 1968 Penn surfmaster multiplier - a beautiful bit of kit in its day. It's a touch patinated now, and I think it will be repurposed as a boat reel for my new adventure. It's companion is my older brothers even older Garcia Mitchell multiplier - but that doesnt have the same style, nor a lovely moulded picture of a gentleman in a hat catching a big fish in the surf.

At the end of the Lord of the rings, the lovely colourful hobbits, wizards, elven kings and noble warrior dwarves all got on boats to the ringing of fair music, and went west to the setting sun, which is also where Camelot and King Arthur lie. This has led to a lot of them getting stuck in the reeds on the western waters, hence the phenomenon you notice. Many are called, but only a few reach Totnes, or Penzance. The Vale of Pewsey is part way to the Vale of Avalon. In contrast the grim satanic mills of the north, massive smoking dark citadels and stagnant eastern wastes of Mordor, are full of empty eyed orcs and soulless slaves of mammon, toiling in the money mines, what you might call normal people. Denizens and lost souls of Essex, the drear midlands, the bleak northern moors, eking out lives of grey void. To these sad soulless wage slaves, the faery folk of the vale of avalon are an affront, dressed as they are, neither from Next nor M&S, but in minstrels rags, nor bound to Sauron's status engine. Two Tribes. Thus it is written and lo how it is to be seen.