Went fishing with my dad the other weekend, felt good to get out in the fresh air and back beside a river. I was missing the rowing but fishing is one of those past times you will find it hard to beat at the end of a warm summer day, throw a cool beer into the mix and you’re all set. Well, I had to forego tha beer and settle for juice though, stomach was still doing somersaults and didn’t feel like chancing it with the alcohol quite so soon! The calm air gently cooling around us, little bugs getting on with things in their frenetic dancing over the river bank, yet with all this going on it doesn’t seem to shatter the tranquil atmosphere in the closing light.
I’ve been going fishing with my dad for years – I can’t remember for how long – its something he just loves to do. Sometimes we catch a handful, sometimes none at all but despite this I’ve always enjoyed it as something we’ve done together. He’s done so much to make the family’s life comfortable and helps us when we need it, and although I never said it I really appreciate it. I guess even more so now that I’m making my own way in life. My advice, if you get the chance to spend time with your dad; take it. That reminds me (father’s day coming soon isn’t it…) Not much more I can add to that really…cheers dad