The Fishing Trip

Debbie Forrest

1994

There's nothing quite like sitting amongst a clump of nettles, wearing waterproofs and wellies and casting a very large non-aquatic earthworm attached to a sharp barbed hook into the murky waters of a local river. But for three months of this particular year before the kids arrived to stop this frivolity and exciting time of our lives we fished.

It was 1994 and we'd just been paid off from the local Council. We did the decent thing and enrolled at the college in the town on a Business Administration course that would start in August but with three months before the new term began and with the summer holidays stretched out in front of us like an enormous red carpet, we cashed in our holiday money from the Council and with the proceeds went to the best angling store in Dumfries and kitted ourselves out with new rods, new accessories and a landing net. ... (continues)