From the river…………… Not a soul stirred on the river bank. This was quite natural, given the cold and gloomy morning. Harry was the sole fisherman that day. Dressed in his heaviest anorak and fleece lined pants, he sat patiently with his rod in the water. Fishing was his hobby. It was how he relaxed every Saturday morning.He was not disappointed. It had been … Continue reading Two “Fishy” Tales Socs March 16-19