freeline-98 - Flipbook - Page 213
RICHARD
BILL
LEE
SKIDMORE
PHILLIPS
GRIFFIN
We saw no thing that first af te r n o o n , b u t wh a t a p l ac e E g g e t t ’ s
was. Weeping Willows do tte d a ro u n d th e b a n k , n i c e i s l a n d s
w i th lovely gravel bars ru n n i n g f ro m o n e I s l a n d to a n o t h e r
a round 4ft deep on the top s o f t he b a rs – p erfe c t c a rp fe e d i n g
s p ots… or so we thought .
The days raced by, and J i m p e d a li n g h i s b i ke o f f to fe ed h i s
p i gs morning and evening w i t h t h at o l d g rey ra i n m a c b l ow i n g
i n the wind that he used to we ar c o m e ra i n o r s h i n e b ec a m e a
fa miliar sight . It got me thi nk i n g o f d i f fe re n t l i fe s t yl e s p e o p l e
l e ad. I bet old Jim had neve r se e n a gl as s ki l n o r be e n d ow n
t h e pit .
After a few days with n o f i s h s p o tte d, we d e c i d e d to m ove
swims to a spot where a fe n ce se p a ra te d a n o t h er l a ke th a t ra n
d own one side of Eg gett’s . T he la ke wa s c a ll e d Co p l ey ’ s , a n d
i t was whilst talking to an o t h er lo ne c a r p an gl e r at t h e fe n c e
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