No early doors river opening day river trip for me, the Commander in Chief wasn't keen and when I did call in at the mill pool on the way to work to see what I'd missed it was full of old women swimming. I think they had driven the kayakers off down river.
Just an hour on Saturday evening in a lily fringed corner of Golden Pond. Just one bream tripped up at 21.02 which should have seen me crunching down the long gravel drive of BureBoi Villas as nine o'clock is wine o'clock. It's not far and I wasn't too late.
Back to it's milky warm home. Net forever stinky now and stiff as a teenager's sock.
Stiff as a teenagers sock. You horrible, ghastly little man.
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