There was a blanket of cloud drifting over SW13 however it wasn’t long before the sun burnt through a warm and clear day ensued. In the hallway rod rested against a chest of draws, reels lay dormant on a table top and the fishing bag hung on a hook in the back passage way, for me there was to be no fishing, no tightening of the line and not a fish in sight.
However for many this was an eagerly awaited day, baits prepared, rods chosen and new line spooled onto favoured reels and for those traditionalists a chance to use a golden cane rod and vintage centerpin in dappled sunlight on banks of lush June vegetation. It will be interesting over the next few days to read and hear their stories of the glorious 16th.
tales by the riverbank 