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Today was just one of those days, grey, damp and nose to tail with brake lights as I headed out of the metropolis and to the green fields of the suburbs.

Kempton was a damp affair, a mist hung low over the furlongs and a light rain-swept in so it was a retreat to the Three Rivers where the Chess and Grand Union run through the lower Chilterns. A dash across to Watford to share a few moments with Paul Cook – float maker, glass etcher and rod restorer. We had a quick chat about my Chapman rods and all things fishing over a cup of tea, then back in the automobile passing my step fathers old school, Merchant Taylors’ est 1561 and a long trip via Rickmansworth, Marlow and Maidenhead to pick up a vintage Goddard’s Terrier Bed circa 1930 in preparation for a new family member…hush, the missus will go mad! Bad enough smuggling in a rod let alone a little fury friend…