A lovely Sunday afternoon stroll along the canal-side with Jock leading the way. The sun came out and the progress was interrupted by an occasional cyclist.
Along the way we passed many fisherman with their twenty foot carbon fibre poles. It looked as if they were in some sort of competition, as they stared towards their small fluorescent floats. The only fish we saw landed though was by a group of teenagers who had nothing but a short old fashioned rod and reel. They cast their bait and the reels screamed their fury.
However, such was the vacant concentration of the identically dressed, much older and fully kitted out individuals fishing the canal bank, that they failed to notice Jock sneak up, mark his territory, (let the dog owner understand) and sneak onto the next pile of equipment further along to tow path.
We walked quickly – to keep up with Jock and encourage his dry forward progress and to move away from those he had already spored.
What do I take from these our pleasant wanderings. Don’t concentrate too hard on one thing for too long -you may miss someone laying their spore somewhere very close by.