My recent activity, whilst revisiting and exploring the lunacy of my past, has been a rather weird experience - it doesn't matter how hard I try, work, and my working environment, dominates the recollections. Angling is a very poor second. I'm forced to ask myself "Did it really mean that much? Was I really that obsessed?" The answer to both those questions is a resounding "YES" - what is happening is that I'm looking back with selective memory and am using my current mind-set to make judgement on my experiences. It's not working; I'm going to have to switch off Captain Sensible and get back into character! It might be a struggle, however, it seems to be the only plan I've got and, if I want this to be anything more than a pipe dream, my route to a successful conclusion.
|A Roach of 2 lbs 10 oz - Wilstone Res. Tring - 15th August 1990|
|My final Tench from the Tring complex.|
7 lbs 2 oz - March 13th 1993 - Startop's End.
|I've tried to get some background on this reel - but come to nothing.|
It sits on the top of my bookshelves - sad really?
Bev is very supportive - the book is something with which she is in 100% agreement. She has never been involved in angling, nor birding, yet encourages my participation. Our shared life revolves around our personal relationship, the support of our children and grand-children - not forgetting our parents, as if we could? I'm a very lucky man - cue Emerson, Lake and Palmer!