The Thames of over fifty years ago was the first river I fished, a piece of flake, or crust for roach, while a worm from the garden would tempt perch, but more likely a daddy ruffe, or pope.
Later I discovered the river Colne ten miles above it's confluence at Staines, where with school friends, we would plunder the stocks of dace and roach, only for it to turn black one summer's day, as we watched fish after fish rise to the surface to drift off gasping. That pollution killed off the Colne for over a dozen years before it recovered, by which time I was married and living a mile from it's banks. The first fish to reappear were small roach and chublets, followed a few years later by shoals of dace. One day I was fishing alongside a road and a car stopped. The driver getting out, asked why I was fishing there, as there were no fish in it. I lifted my keepnet, which was boiling with dace. He got back in and drove off, returning an hour later with his rod.
The following ten years put the Colne as my number one river. After a hard match on the Thames, or Grand Union, I would often stop by to "get rid" of my bait, piling it in to bring on the chub and often barbel to my stick floated maggot. The Colne was a well kept secret for a long time, but as reports of it's barbel grew, so did it's decline in my eyes, as PVA pellet became the method on this shallow stream. On my last visit, I was asked why I was using the stickfloat, when I should be on the feeder, if I wanted to catch fish. I have no more visits planned.