My nonattendance from the waterside in the years since I halted angling seems so weird to me now. I used to adore it so much, especially because my other endevours tended to be at the highly energetic end of the spectrum, playing as I did rugby, football and cricket for various school and village clubs. Having the time to get my fishing tackle, jump on a bike and cycle for the ten minutes to go to the local fishery and enjoy a few hours quietly seated with a rod in my hand and staring at a float on the water was fabulous.

When I left 6th form college, "by mutual consent" as the football parlance has it, subsequent to the 1st year when it was obvious that I'd messed about too much in the 1st year to have any possibility of getting any A levels at the end of the second, would have been the ideal time to enjoy spring and summer evenings with my fishing tackle instead of slaving over some economics homework.

And because I was working, in a department store coffee shop, I was earning and had more cash on the hip than I'd ever had ever plus a day off during the week which would have been perfect to get out to the water and have a few hours if not a complete day angling with the place practically to myself. Even better, as I was working in Guildford, shopping at the fishing tackle shop could have been straightforward and I could have had plenty of maggots to drown. This was rare before I left school because our village did not have a fishing tackle shop apart from a very small part of a local shop had a limited selection, and absolutely no live bait on offer, and to go into Guildford and back having gone to the fishing tackle shop to get some would have taken ages and wouldn't be worthwhile.

In following years, I worked for a large utility company in Staines which had it's own fishing lake and still I never felt the urge to draw stumps for the day, get the scruffs on and have an hour down there after work. Even dafter, less than fifty meters across the road was the Thames which has some fantastic angling that went completely ignored by me, especially since by then I was paid really good money and had the opening to get some really brilliant fishing in the fishing tackle bag.

Later on, again I was working for a company that had it's building right on the waterfront, and very often on breaks a gang of us would go and sit on the steps on a nice clear day and watch people fishing, and as each alternate week saw my shifts terminating at 4 o'clock, it would have been very simple to pick the fishing tackle out of the car and finish off the day with a couple of hours angling. I might have enjoyed the job more too, thinking about it.

Naturally other priorities present themselves as you go through life. After I left 6th form I enjoyed pubs in quite a major way. Girls were never a problem of course, I don't ever remember any throwing themselves at me and imploring me to ravish them, so that usually would not have been a hindrance to deciding on a days fishing, but it just seemed that at that moment I'd put the fishing tackle away and forgotten about it.

That's changing now though. I do have the urge to return, I've had my fishing tackle out to review and see what needs to be changed, which is nearly all of it, and I've been looking at places to go and what I need to do in order to be able to go there, so hopefully I can revive some of the enjoyment from my formative days.

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