I finish The Catch by Mark Wormald, an inimitable fusion of biography, memoir, literary criticism, and what I now recognise to be the immense genre of meditations on fishing.
It leaves me wanting to know Ted Hughes’ poetry much better, & to fish for carp in a deep Irish lake…
“There is a weird kind of anticipatory terror about this, and it leaks an especially high-quality adrenalin into the blood - which is no doubt the drug we are hooked on.”
Ted Hughes on fishing