Was fishing it one miserable wet and windy day a good few years ago now and decided to change banks. Whilst walking along the road to cross the burn a Saab pulls up, down goes the window with the enquiry from the lady driver, "caught much". Nothing much worth keeping so far says I. Clarissa Dickson-Wright of all people. No idea she stayed in area. Tightlines she bids and drives off.
I trudge on the road and splash through a muddle puddle on the road, next thing I am flat on my copoun in the ******* thing, stood in a big bloody pot hole I couldn't see for the colour of the water!
Scuffed hands but rod was okay and i couldn't have got much wetter anyway.
Happy days.