Over a spot of brekkie I
reflected on the date. Today is the start of the coarse fishing
season. In years gone by I would have been dashing out to go fishing.
Fishing is something I've let slip recently. The coldblow syndicate
would seem to have ended. A shame really; but I only used my coldblow
membership once last year. Twenty quid for one afternoon is a bit
steep. In fact I think I've only been fishing twice over the last
three years.
And then Fudge started
woofing. There was someone in the garden. A geocacher looking for
the cache. I went out and had a chat, as you do. It was someone I've
not seen at any of the meets, but a name I recognised, and it was
good to chat.
"My Boy TM"
called and we set off. There was a "Dad's Day" event
organised for the fathers in the family. Over a dozen of us met up at
Uncle Fred's yard and once the rain had passed the sun came out. We
had a wonderful afternoon picniccing in the sunshine, flying power
kites, playing rounders, having a barby. I particularly liked the
barbecue which was cunningly made out of the drum of an old washing
machine. I might just have to copy that idea for myself.
I fell asleep in the
sunshine; and woke to find people saying their goodbyes. We went on
to Dan-World where we watched Man vs Food and had take-out kebabs.
Very nice,
I think I ricked my neck
when I fell over playing rounders. It hurts to move my head...
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