After suffering for several days from a serious and life changing illness (a Bad Cold), one of our number opted not to walk (Wimped Out) this week.. Still desiring to be out in the fresh air he chose instead to follow a gentler, quieter, more contemplative outdoor pusuit.
He went fishing !
Seeking to have quiet restful day he returned to the playgrounds of his childhood. A quiet stretch of the Lancaster Canal he had first visited as a ten year old.
Unfortunately in the ensuing sixty years much had changed.
Quiet and peaceful it was no more.
His favourite spot was now occupied by several narrow boats and motor cruisers..
On the opposite side of the canal was a coal yard where a tractor and bucket were loading wagons all morning.
Immediately beyond this, Virgin Express trains thundered along the West Coast mainline every few minutes.
Just a short distance further was the M6 motorway from which came a steady hum of speeding traffic.
About twenty five yards to his right was a hump-backed bridge taking the road over the canal.. Every car, wagon or tractor passing over it insisted on going Peep ! Peep ! Peep ! or Parp ! Parp ! Parp.!
To cap all this everytime he got a bite a boat would trundle past, the pilots giving cheery waves, (B******s !) churning the water into a thick brown soup and scaring all the fish away.
When's the next walk lads ?
p,s, He managed to catch two roach, a perch and an eel before giving up and going home.
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