Memories 4


I remember one day we were fishing at the "corner" which was the very end of the middle jetty, no not the far end out
in the river but the very start where it joins the road, if you look over the edge at low tide you will see a shelving
sand beach, probably the only sand in the harbour. Well this sand beach is right next to where the fishing boats tied
up and cleaned their fish and all the unwanted bits got slung overboard, it was like natural groundbait and on many
occasion with my little bendy twig of a rod, plaice after plaice would be getting hauled up and into the fishing bag.
On one of these excursions one day a lonely waif wandered along and stood watching us fishing "owt deein mista" to my
Dad "nur nur son just keeping the bairn entertained" when mr flatty nearly pulled the rod into the drink!, in a flash he
was sitting next to us with a battered old handline he had whipped out of his pocket, "Mister ha y got a spare worm"
he said, so Dad being the kindly soul he was handed him a sorry looking ragworm that looked like it had gone 9 rounds
with Mike Tyson! "hev y got a spare hook to put it on" so once more Dad duly obliged, thats it he was fishing. We found
out he was called Watson and he was a kindly soul and never failed to give the things back he borrowed, or Watsoned as
it became known, except the worms of course, after that he was a regular visitor and so much that I was champing at the
bit to get away fishing Id cry "cmon Dad Watson will be waiting" after I ceased fishing as manhood overtook me I never
saw Watson again so if he recognises himself from the description I wish him all the best and at least some prosperity
in this world. At this juncture I'm going to skip forward slightly in my life to the time when I left school, GOOD GRIEF
were my eyes opened to the reality of life, Im off to the pub now before my dear wife gets in and puts a certain stop
to it hehehe see you on the next page for our latest adventures

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