SITTING land-locked at home over yet another episode of flooding weekends, I long to be able to head onto the water for a decent fish. My swag of “good old day” memories are at this point nagging on my brain and I must admit that even though I know I have selectively forgotten the donut and mediocre trips, let alone the disaster days, my hankering to put together another positive memory is strong.
However, I also recognise the