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But I didnt run away from thepool, I ran in circles.
My best fishing-memory is about some fish that I never caught.
But who fishes in mill-streams or moats orcow-ponds any longer?
One of them, nicknamed Ginger, would even catch arabbit in his hands occasionally. One of them, nicknamed Ginger, would even catch arabbit in his hands occasionally.
Which would yousooner listen to, a bluebottle or a bombing plane?
Mother or any of the shopkeepers wives would have died ofshame if theyd had bugs in the house. Joe saidhe was lying, and they argued and almost fought. Mother never said grace: it had to be someone of the malesex. It must have been afish that was just passing accidentally and saw my bait. Insummer we used to bike over the Burford Weir and bathe. But the thought of fishing sent me wildwith excitement.
The same moment all of us gave a yell ofagony. There were pike theretoo, and they must have been big ones. Every detail has stuck clear in my memory. It wasnt so with boys of our class, thesons of shopkeepers and farmers. Bread paste you make bysqueezing water through white bread in a rag. Joe saidhe was lying, and they argued and almost fought. There was an idea floating round that I was to be a schoolteacherand Joe was to be an auctioneer.
Roach,rudd, dace, bleak, barbel, bream, gudgeon, pike, chub, carp, tench. Then Joe found a late thrushs nest with half-fledgedchicks in it in a blackberry bush.
Gravittsbackyard smelt like a battlefield. They wereas much a part of the kitchen as the dresser or the rolling-pin.

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