Pike for all seasons
The clocks going back at the end of October confirmed the change of the seasons, and the hour difference brought in the proper English autumnal weather.
The rain was falling and wind blowing hard when I set out on a walk with some friends one Saturday, and as we trudged over Bow Hill on the South Downs, Max and I jabbered away about the one topic we like to talk about more than any other: fishing. We were still on the subject as we stopped for a well-deserved pint at the Hare & Hounds in Stoughton.
The following day, Max and I were rather reluctantly dragged into Chichester for an afternoon of shopping; not an activity either of us were keen to partake in, but probably the least we could do after the numerous weekends
