I arrived a few minutes early to the dentist, a double appointment, not something I was looking forward to. Instead of sitting in the waiting room I thought I’d pop next door and buy a tin of Spam - I’d look forward to doing a bit of barbel fishing afterwards.
Not paying 5p for a bag, and only wearing shorts and a t-shirt I had nowhere to put it. So left it on the side in the surgery, looking over my dental appointment like a weird lucky mascot - perhaps they thought I was going to test my teeth on my way home!
While the dentist hammered, sawed and drilled away I planned my trip, and by the end I’d landed 10 barbel in my mind. Home, grabbed the kit and on the riverbank it didn’t go exactly to plan - but two barbel - both about 5lb - that’ll do nicely!