Had a nine first cast. Had a new PB. Had another one. Just had an eight pounder.
I nearly fell off the wagon, grabbed some rods and sped off to the place I'm guessing Hawkeye's fishing, as a barrage of texts sets my phone buzzing like an Ann Summers party.
But I'm through with them old pikes until the autumn now. So I return to tidying my study.
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