I have just got home from a very gruelling day at Twynersh Fishing Complex. I’m forcing myself to write it up now as I have another day’s coaching tomorrow and just like when I was in the police, it doesn’t pay to get behind with the paperwork!
I arrived at the fishery just before 7 a.m. as I was expecting a mother and her son and daughter for a four hour beginners lesson at 8. Leila arrived right on time with Alex and Fiona all as keen as mustard. Both children had been sold one of those dreadful beginners kits and were quite disappointed when I told them they were vitually useless.
The lesson was going well with mum and kids catching fish despite the intermittent, often heavy, showers.
During the lesson I received a ‘phone call from Kevin from Kenya who is here visiting a friend Peter in Weybridge asking if I could run a course for them this afternoon as they would like to bring their sons too. I agreed and bang went my afternoon off.
Meanwhile I carried on with the morning session and all three students continued catching fish.
The lesson ended at noon and I quickly set an extra set of tackle and made a few running repairs to the rigs we had been using. I was then able to have a quiet half hour to myself and a little fishing.
The new students arrived at 1.30 p.m. and the lesson started in the middle of a heavy shower. All had fished before but not in the UK and even the adults were enthusiastic about the techniques of British coarse fishing.
Every one caught lots of fish and although I enjoyed the coaching, this time the coversation was even more interesting than usual, because of the background of both the dads and their experiences in Africa.
I think I will be seeing more of both groups, a very enjoyable but tiring day’s coaching.
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