Well Shane, it's the first day of the fishing season. There aren't many fish about, it must be too cold!! You would always try and beat your Dad down to the river and the competition between you all about how many fish you caught was lovely. You showed me your fishing diary with such pride and completed it after every fishing trip when you got into bed. Such happy memories of you and your passion for The River Fowey. I love you miss you so much. Ker xxxxxxxxxx