Warwickshire Avon - Piscatoriality and Perplexification

Friday afternoon once work had finished began in thoroughly civilised fashion. A couple of drinks in the sunshine with my good friend Beth beside a rather pleasant stretch of the River Leam which coincidently just so happen to be part of the WBAS portfolio. It was all terribly sophisticated and cultured. Unfortunately, I had already made the fatal mistake of thinking about fishing.Before Beth arrived, I had carefully introduced a few pieces of bread into the pool from the old bridge. At first the chub treated the offerings with the suspicion normally reserved for unsolicited emails and politicians. Then, gradually, they gained confidence. One appeared. Then another. Before long they were crashing the surface like aquatic Labradors being fed sausage rolls.Naturally, I concluded that catching one later would be easier than falling downstairs.After our farewell and promises to do it again soon, I returned to find my waiting audience had undergone a complete personality transplant. The…