After months of losing Jamie to the beautiful lakes of Oxfordshire he invited me to tag along and see what it is about carp fishing he loves so much. Now to be fair after spending summers watching my grandfather fish as a child I wasn’t exactly racing down to Oxfordshire, but I was a little excited to be allowed into Jamie’s little world.
We arrived just before sunrise and within an hour I suddenly realized what it is that makes me a fishing widow every week.
My home for the next few nights, so I wasn’t so keen on sleeping in a bivvy ( think of a oval tent with a big door ). But actually it was cosy and I had a folding bed with a massive sleeping bag and this beautiful view to wake up to.
As the day drew to a end, I got super wrapped up and comfy, grabbed my book ( which I almost read in a day, I highly recommend this book I couldn’t put it down). And of course you can’t spend the night under the stars without a cider, I could get used to this fishing life.