Maybe

The Grand Union Canal runs along the back of the garden of the house where I live. Today was the day of the annual fishing competition held along this stretch of water. At some very early hour several fishermen arrived and each one unloaded what looked like an awful lot of equipment. Not just a fishing rod and a net but several very long poles (Igor tells me they're roach poles which are 18ft long) and large bags of other strange looking accessories (there were probably some sandwiches in there somewhere too). Each one had so much stuff that they needed a four wheeled trolley to carry it all.

After the very noisy setting up process where they walked along to each others chosen pitch and admired each others rods and generally gave each other advice it went suddenly very quiet and each man became immersed in his own world where he’s thinking that maybe, just maybe, this year he can win.