On Monday, I had a get together with Stax, an old friend I hadn’t seen since we finished school in Plymouth way back in 1976. I had headed off to live in Hong Kong and he had moved to New Zealand shortly after I left. Now a resident of Perth in Western Australia, he was over here on a six week touring holiday with his Wife, Christine but they could only manage a short stop over before having to leave for London on Tuesday morning.
We met up at their hotel and had a good chin wag, reminiscing about the old days and the fishing we did in and around the Plymouth area back in the 70’s. We couldn’t believe how back then, we would cycle and walk miles to venues all over the area in search of fish. Talk turned to old friends and what they were up to now and as you do at this age, who has since departed this mortal coil. We later went out to grab a bite to eat at the marina and then venture out to the east arm, so he could have a look at one of the venues I fish. The arm was closed due to the weather but he got an idea of what it’s like there. I have to say though, it pales into insignificance compared to where he fishes at a place called Steep Point (he manages the site) and what is caught. Jealous? I am a bit but how can that compare to pout, whiting and rockling?
The next morning, Anna, Alex and I met up with them for a coffee and more tales from the past before, sadly, they had to depart to get up to London for a couple of days before returning to Oz.
It really was fantastic to meet up again after all these years, so cheers mate for making the effort to get down here and hope to meet up again at some point.