The friendly fisherman
It was the summer holidays. Six weeks, no school. I was 12 years old and lived in a English village with my mum, dad and two younger sisters.My mother was an ex beauty queen and was very fit. How my father got her I don't know. But as it was post ww2 he had the pick. As there was a shortage of men I suppose.My passion was fishing and I couldn't wait to spend my time by the river that was only a short bike ride away.So my mother packed my lunch and a bottle of orange squash, reminding me to be...