And if I die in early autumn
Light a fire boy – in the woods
Build it well and crack a bottle
Share out all my worldly goods
And on some silver morning
Remember days like these
As horses seen through trees.
I woke up this morning to the sound of a gusty wind and light rain smattering on the sky light. I pulled the curtain back and looked out. No, not for me today and thoughts of one last session before driving back to the Essex-Suffolk border were shelved.
It's been another good trip but I'm done now. Probably the last longish trip this year although I'm hoping to have a couple of short ones.
I had a good clean of the van,to be honest it was a bit grubby. Not surprising really, storing masses of fishing gear and bait in it. The stench coming from the bathroom wasn't what I thought it was. I'd left some rotting lugworm in a cool bag with the zip undone. Very unpleasant.
I've not worked since early April and the cash buffer is down to dangerous levels so when I get back I'll have to bite the bullet for the next six months and earn some filthy lucre.
Bollocks. You always have to pay the piper eventually. Unless you are the piper.
Can't complain though, I've had the whole of the spring, summer and early autumn travelling and fishing.