Rod Fishing - Anzio

I love the way people find their own personal place of peace and tranquility.

Up until last summer, there was a very, very old man who came each day on the train from Rome to sit quietly on a stool beside the sailing boats in the harbour, wearing a large floppy hat.

Most evenings he would return home with a few fish which I wouldn't eat if you paid me because they were pulled out of pretty disgusting water.

He seemed happy enough though. If he is still alive and returns this summer, I will blip him.