l bream. Sometimes in t te and to ter and of all o be alone, utterly alone, t a quarter of a mile a old enougo kno it’s good to be alone occasionally. itrees all round you it o you, and notirred except ter and t, in t I fisimes did I really go, I more t ook up a least. And sometimes oturned up, and sometimes o go it rained. You knohings happen.
One afternoon t biting and I began to explore at t from Binfield of an overfloer and to fig of jungle of blackberry busten boug rees. I struggled t for about fifty yards, and to anoted. It more ty yards over. But it er and immensely deep. I could see ten or fifteen feet doo it. I for a bit, enjoying tten boggy smell, t almost made me jump out of my skin.
It e t glided across ter, and to ter on t as if a s fisood t breat anoter, and toget possibly tenc more probably carp. Bream or tenc groime ted ream been forgotten. It’s a t s forgotten some for years and decades and to monstrous sizes. tes t I c be a a soul in t t me. Very likely it y years since anyone tten its existence.
ell, you can imagine . After a bit I couldn’t even bear tantalization of co t my fisoget rying for tes ackle I as if it go on fisiny bream. t of tomac as if I o be sick. I got on to my bike and for a boy to rous fis—fis bait you offered t ion of getting rong enougo s. I’d buy tackle t eal t of till. Some or gimp and Number 5 les and paste and meal a carp mig. t Saturday afternoon I’d come back and try for them.
But as it back. One never does go back. I never stole t of till or boug of salmon line or ry for t immediately afterurned up to prevent me, but if it been t it hings happen.
I kno you ting about t t medium- sized fis long, say) and t t it isn’t so. People tell lies about t and still more about t are a I never caugried to catcive for lying. I tell you they were enormous.