My pond is predominately fished by the older generation and every year old timers dont turn up ,most i guess go to the fishing lodge above ,last week was the funeral of roy he was at one time a bailiff of another water but along with his mates used to visit stockbridge until he became infirm and went into a home.
I guess in many cases not doing what they did before hastens the end its sad really all those old boys i used to chat to gone now and some were right characters.
One was percy parrat you didnt have to even get to the pond to know he was there his voice gave him away very load and clear ,gone now and the last of his little gang of five a couple of years ago but in his case not forgotten his daughter is the cleaner for the old guy two doors away and i knew there was a link as her voice is his voice and she was thrilled i had known her old man!
Gone is the gruff old scotsman whos tackle was always getting tangled and his mrs always untangling it and gone is eric who never had a good word for the pond but was on it with his forbidden radio listening to the cricket telling me how much better the fishing was ooop norf most days .
Many times i tarry down the pond far longer than i need to but i guess theres lots of lonely old guys out there and need a bit of a chat ,and being a bit of a loner myself only to pleased to wag a tongue in return ,once the world is sorted we part until the next time but sometimes there isnt one and i realise i havnt see old xxxx for some time and guess hes probably off on his last adventure
Most will leave this world and have little to show they were ever on it some leave plenty behind so their time is extended after death but in the end all become fading memories ,i cant even remember what my parents looked like without photos ,i am not the best for remembering until its to late and all those questions i wanted to ask are impossible to ask so write down your life ,and pencil in on the back of photos whos on the front please in a few years time that maybe all thats left!
Once your at the top of the pile theres no-one left but you ,one day even nasty chesters1 will disappear hopefully someone will notice but i wont hold my breath lol
3 times a week i go down the pond keeping the head bailiff company twice i walk down alone
,tough as old boots at 85 but one day i will get a phone call from his mrs or son telling me hes gone or perhaps he will get one from my mrs but sooner or later something will spoil a nice day ,i have been using death as an excuse not to do things half my life and one day it will chesters1 is in a melancholy mood today perhaps tomorrow will be different but why believe a whipper snapper what do i know lol
Mind you if i keep saying why bother i could be dead tomorrow one day it will come true so why break a habit
Edited by chesters1, 22 April 2017 - 10:55 PM.
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