Boys & Bros

Messing about in the river. And it didn't rain! Barbecue picnic lunch, skimming stones, catching fish and frogs, peeing in bushes, brambling, climbing trees and a lot of chat and laughter.

The fishermen on the Tweed are quite different from the fishermen on the Teviot. Maybe they have much more stressful occupations? B*ankers maybe. The irony is that the two chaps in their Tattersall checked shirts and brand new waders who grumbled about 6 little boys skimming stones (who were there playing before they arrived) will probably have been sitting in London earlier this week bemoaning the generation of children who are stuck in front of a TV screen all day.

If they'd been polite, we would have left to go brambling a lot earlier. Silly billies...

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