Thursday, 12 July 2018

Lost some of the old mojo.

Just realised. I haven't been fishing since Sunday. I'm home late tonight and its grey and grim. I've repented to the parched pot plants. Doesn't  look like I'm going fishing tonight either given the closure of the very local water. Which is shrinking daily.  We need rain. Days and days of rain.

Still, there's always tomorrow. Might call on these little chaps on the commute tomorrow and see if there are any brownies under their bridge.

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