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A while ago there appeared in an EMAP angling magazine, an advertisement, small and discreet, offering a service. ‘Friends or Lovers for Lonely Fisherfolk,’ it declared, together with a box number for applicants.A date line for those who have been abandoned at the river bank. Haven’t we all, at one time or another, I hear
I never expect presents from abroad, particularly from my family. They are always too busy at a water’s edge to stroll round towns or villages looking for suitable gifts to take home and I don’t blame them for that.When number one son returned from a carp trip in deepest France, though, I thought he had
I’m sure my brain cells are being destroyed by global warming, or something -possibly gin. At our final work party, a few weeks ago, Jack attempted to clear one of the remote swims. A fair sized tree had tumbled from the high banks of the country park which lies adjacent and landed in the lake.
There will come a time in the life of a fishing widow when your teenaged anglers decide that they want to go on a fishing holiday with their friends, one of whom has access to his mother’s car for the week. Of course they do. It’s all part of the growing up process, the beginning