Thank you for the dace – a dace I’ll remember all my life!
ONE very cold February morning I went fishing on the River Thames at Sunbury. I got there at first light and two hours later my wife phoned and asked if I’d caught anything. I told her I hadn’t.
Two hours later the phone went again and she repeated the question – to which my answer was still the same – but when I told her I was enjoying myself she suggested I must be mad and should come home.
After five hours I’d still caught nothing and had begun to think my wife was right – I was mad.
Suddenly I got a bite and a small dace came to hand. Everything was now right with the world!
Never before has such a little dace been made such a fuss of – I even took his picture! Ray Dawkins, Sunbury