I’m being leant on to write about a particular topic at the moment. But I’m doing my best to resist.
As everyone’s favourite agony aunt Nancy Reagan said: “Just say no.”
If only I’d taken her advice that first time I tried something new, life might be quite different.
Worse. But different.
Angling festival, Hastings Pier, 1948
Back then there were different worries – like the pier pressure of trying to land a big one at the seaside with everyone watching.
No one wants to be seen by all and sundry brandishing a tiddler, do they?
After all, you know what anglers are like. They’re always bragging about how theirs was THIS BIG Continue reading
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