Pilgrim’s Progress
ja that really was me on the speaking tube, live from walker’s pitch as carp made weirpools over the baits. the last thing either of us expected, because as you know: i’ve never owned a mobile phone nor never hope to own one because when i’m away from home i’m fuckin fish-not-phonin the nokia baked-bean [...]
Birdman
DP Have you really been down at Walker’s Pitch or was that phone call from closer to home, a sweetcorn can on string from the top of the Heath? Good to hear your dulcets. Last week John Richardson and I took the close season pilgrimage to the Creel where the lost Leneys of Frensham stared [...]
