It poured with rain all afternoon so we moored up early. The sun came out later and the boys tried out their new fishing rod. The Rivers Trent and Soar are a mecca for anglers; every few yards we would pass a chap (almost without exception, it was a man) sitting, staring at the water, surrounded by an array of rods, nets, chairs, flasks, margarine tubs of maggots...in the driving rain, all day long. I don't think my two have the patience for it; they gave up after ten minutes or so - there were plenty of fish, but they were all the size of earwigs, and happily nibbled at the bait without any danger of swallowing the hook.
We sang Happy Birthday to Grandma and ate lots of birthday cake.
thank you for singing happy birthday tome and eating my slice of cake ! wish we had been able to be with you, but see you all soon.....I like this picture of the boys fishing, will have to bring Dads rod over so they can have one each.
I love the composition of your photo...the bridge and the grass are a charming setting for Will the Fisherman! I'd stay around longer, but I must go visit your mum and wish her a happy birthday!
