Oh no, don't get me started on fishing! Our village is in the centre of several lakes and streams, with a lovely spot in the village centre where there's a tiny bridge and a mill stream. Anglers come from miles around to dangle sharp baited hooks on lines to catch inedible, beautiful fish which nobody eats. They just throw them back in, presumably with painful wounds in their mouths. I'm always tempted to push the buggers hard from behind and precipitate them into the Wensum, fishing rods and all.
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