A very warm Friday morning and some basic fishing gear, along with hemp and sweetcorn for feed and bait, is tossed into the back of the car and away I go to meet Bure Boy in Great Massingham.
The order of service is that we meet up at the Dabbling Duck for a leisurely pint of Adnams, Broadside for Bure Boy and Ghost Ship for me, then we walk across to the village pond for some non-serious fishing. The angler's lunch, provided by BB, was one of the best meat pies I've ever had in fact a second pie would have gone down a treat as would another pint but then I'd probably have gone to sleep in the sun.
The fish weren't big, I suppose a pound and a half would have been the largest but who cares about that it was really pleasant and lazy afternoon.
Alan Sugar helicoptered in for lunch too but he didn't come round the pond and ask how many we'd caught. Quite surprising really.
He wouldn't know what a lazy duck pond afternoon is. Or was.