Sunday, 16 September 2012
Hemp amd luncheon meat. What an evocative smell. Takes me back to around 1988 and fishing off the dam wall at Frating, dusk or dawn, right under the rod tip and Hutchinson 12 footer bent right through into a douible figure mirror. Just got in from an late afternon session at a water I have only just found 10 minutes from home. Forgotten how far hemp spray goes. Every thing coated in that sweet, oily film. Also a background buzz of chilli powder.
I say water, it's really someone's glorified garden pond and until recently I never would have guessed it was there, feet from the road. A discreet sign and a Transit plastered with adverts has brought it to my attention.