Robwooly
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Ok finally got fishing and wanted to do some short sessions on my local canal for my cobweb covered blog having not been since around Xmas and not wet a line proper since October. Whilst it was great to get out, it all got a bit tarnished by the actions of - I was going to say few but in all reality...... many.
I thought the towpath was busy last time out so headed for the opposite bank where I was a good 20-30ft away from a path near a cricket pitch. I was catching nicely and continued to catch despite the presence of loads of little children by my net picking out rushes, they then sat beside me on the floor making some sort plant based game. I looked around for the parents as these kids were too young to be out on their own. Even pre lockdown you would usually get a "Come away or you'll scare the fish" from mum and dad but when they did turn up they just left them to it. It's quite a well fished spot so I knew who'd get the blame if they sat on a hook. I carried on fishing uncomfortably and the kids finally left when the parents did a second lap of the cricket pitch, they said nothing to me nor the kids.
Peace and quiet was soon shattered again by the next set of hipster toddlers who I had to tell not to touch my rod when they gathered round me, the parents were nonchalantly talking on the path behind, I was this close to giving them an earful that my dad is shielding and now I can't really go over there tomorrow as I have just been within a metre of the severn dwarfes. Once again even pre or post lockdown it was too close. They finally went but not before one of the mums asked Archie or whatever his name was if he could come with them, she didn't tell she the asked, really she almost begged him. I've seen this with out of control dogs but not so much with kids, what is it with middle class parents? They finally went but no apology for the space invasion no goodbye and not once did they tell their kids anything, I just imagined them in the shops, the little covid spreaders roaming around uncontrolled.
Next up an old boy with a dog tells me how he had a cyclist offer him out as they almost collided, no bell and scared the heck out of him, all he said was "Cheers mate" and suddenly this oik wanted to punch the OAP. This was the towpath summed up. On my walks along it joggers brush past, cyclists came out of nowhere and people two abreast wont tuck in going past you. I have a bit of banter and chat with a lot of people along there but some people just have no spacial awareness. I packed up as a group of around 20 hoodies played football on the cricket square behind me, they must have thought it was roped off for them, I walked down the towpath and it was like Oxford Street despite becoming dark, and all those previous towpath scenarios playing out again, I was actually relieved to finally reach the peace and quiet of the local high street.
So rant over, Lockdown over or in the case of the Canal it never existed.
I thought the towpath was busy last time out so headed for the opposite bank where I was a good 20-30ft away from a path near a cricket pitch. I was catching nicely and continued to catch despite the presence of loads of little children by my net picking out rushes, they then sat beside me on the floor making some sort plant based game. I looked around for the parents as these kids were too young to be out on their own. Even pre lockdown you would usually get a "Come away or you'll scare the fish" from mum and dad but when they did turn up they just left them to it. It's quite a well fished spot so I knew who'd get the blame if they sat on a hook. I carried on fishing uncomfortably and the kids finally left when the parents did a second lap of the cricket pitch, they said nothing to me nor the kids.
Peace and quiet was soon shattered again by the next set of hipster toddlers who I had to tell not to touch my rod when they gathered round me, the parents were nonchalantly talking on the path behind, I was this close to giving them an earful that my dad is shielding and now I can't really go over there tomorrow as I have just been within a metre of the severn dwarfes. Once again even pre or post lockdown it was too close. They finally went but not before one of the mums asked Archie or whatever his name was if he could come with them, she didn't tell she the asked, really she almost begged him. I've seen this with out of control dogs but not so much with kids, what is it with middle class parents? They finally went but no apology for the space invasion no goodbye and not once did they tell their kids anything, I just imagined them in the shops, the little covid spreaders roaming around uncontrolled.
Next up an old boy with a dog tells me how he had a cyclist offer him out as they almost collided, no bell and scared the heck out of him, all he said was "Cheers mate" and suddenly this oik wanted to punch the OAP. This was the towpath summed up. On my walks along it joggers brush past, cyclists came out of nowhere and people two abreast wont tuck in going past you. I have a bit of banter and chat with a lot of people along there but some people just have no spacial awareness. I packed up as a group of around 20 hoodies played football on the cricket square behind me, they must have thought it was roped off for them, I walked down the towpath and it was like Oxford Street despite becoming dark, and all those previous towpath scenarios playing out again, I was actually relieved to finally reach the peace and quiet of the local high street.
So rant over, Lockdown over or in the case of the Canal it never existed.