Oh! to spend a quiet afternoon just lazily fishing, with no mobile phones and a case of bottled beer sunk up to the neck in the chilled running river. The gentle babble of the interrupted waters as they weave their winsome way towards the rivers end. Is there anyone else who enjoys the twiddling of a bright feathered fly, the whirring of a well aimed cast and the sudden plop as it hits it’s mark in that deeper place over there between those guarding rocks while swilling beer and waiting, waiting, waiting. Get a life Huckleberry there’s always reruns of the X Factor and if the bottom falls out of your world…..televised cricket!
The Rumour Mill.