Warwickshire Avon - Buns and Baloney

Forty-eight hours before the start of the river season, after Sean's monumental efforts a day before I was hard at work cutting fishing pegs on the syndicate stretch. Armed with loppers, a strimmer and a healthy dose of enthusiasm, I spent the morning transforming overgrown jungle into fishable swims. By the time I finished, I was hot, tired and ready for home. The job had gone well, the pegs…