Old timers

The embargo on Golden Pond had been lifted despite what the notice on the gate said and I'd had enough of painting BureBoi Villas. On to my Island Paradise, one rod and a new bag of the Source. Took a while for the fizzing to start, the much rescued and silt stained Puddle Chucker lifted and glided to the left hand lilies, tench like. Inexplicably I picked the rod up and started to reel in, not…