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Living on the Edge 171; Gone Fishing…

Good Morning Everybody. Are you fine? I’m feeling anxious this morning as Storm Eunice is on her way and she sounds very angry indeed. Apparently she’s going to come rampaging through, throwing things and generally being very unpleasant… Let’s stay in and drink chocolate soup and be glad we’re not out with this bunch…

Living on the Edge 171; Gone Fishing…

“Well fellas,” said Chip, “this is a fine mess!” and began reeling his kite in.

The five friends had dreamed about this fishing expedition for many years, since they’d been at school together in fact. And now, forty eight years later, here they were, hard earned pennies saved, leave from work booked and four weeks of blissful plain sailing stretching ahead of them.

The planning that had gone into their trip was gargantuan. There were navigation charts, pilot charts and GPS devices. There were itineraries, back up plans and emergency rations. Absolutely nothing had been left to chance.

It was unfortunate, therefore, that Wimpole, the only bowhead whale in the world with a penchant for peanut butter sandwiches, had sniffed them out. Having followed them for several nautical miles, he launched himself out of the water, seized the picnic basket in his enormous jaws and plunged it down to the depths to enjoy at his leisure… xxx