Ever had a secret that you were dying to tell, but couldn’t? Imagine bursting at the seams for a year, just holding it in. Well here it is…
When I was a kid 30 odd years ago, my dad would take me to fish lakes and rivers known as Thorney Weir. We loved the place, three lakes, a mile and a quarter of the River Colne, plus the Colnbrook River, in around 78 acres of Buckinghamshire countryside. Carp, tench and bream in the lakes, and assorted bags of carp, chub, roach, bream, barbel and dace on the rivers – always a treat on Sundays.
It became my favourite place. I’d spend all my time after school there, day in day out. Imagine how I felt, and I’m sure everyone else when I found out that the lease had been given to the Met Police and that day tickets were no longer available. The Met Lakes, as the fishery became known, were inaccessible to the public for over 30 years!
On inspection Lake 2 had become completely overgrown totally inaccessible and most swims on all three lakes were overgrown and in need of repair. We knew that making this area clean again would be a major undertaking. Considering the potential of Thorney Weir, however, it was worth the eight months of hard work everyone put in to take it back on to the road to recovery.