The last session on Redhouse lake in 2014 and it's the end of a long hard road for sure. Out of 21 days I spent fifteen on the bank and Redhouse pretty much became my home. Fishing as single minded as this though can take it's toll and in many ways. The journey of 50-60 miles each way from home was really no trouble at all to be honest. The camping by the lake was a pleasure for the senses and the soul. The food and brews kept my spirits up as well as the visits from David the owner, Alf and Paul the bailiffs, Gordon Owen the tackle shop manager and of course my mate Shaun. I was constantly busy trying to outwit and out fish the Tench and of course I managed a few gems. For me it was sheer adventure. I was on my own fishing a lake that was forgotten. No-one really knew what was in there and the chance to find out was what drove me on. If life can be measured then I had my fill by the banks of Redhouse lake.