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Around 9pm, the buz z e rs
s c reamed into life. I f l e w
o u t of the bivvy only to s p o t
t h e culpr it immedi atel y i n
m y headtorch beam — a b i g,
a n gry swan that had spent t h e
d a y attacking anyt hing t h a t
d a red enter the lake. A f t e r
r e luctantly sending him o n
h i s way, I reset the bob b i n s
a n d crawled back into bed .
W h a t f e l t l i k e m i n u t e s l a t e r,
t h e b u zz e r s s o u n d e d a g a i n .
Half asleep, I assumed it
was the birdlife — until I
saw my left-hand rod hooped
o v e r. I l i f t e d i n t o t h e f i s h . M y
k n e e s we re k n o c k i n g. I t r i e d
shouting Jon in the next swim
b u t g o t n o r e s p o n s e. A f t e r
what felt like an eternity —
probably ten minutes — I
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