Wye Flashback.
Year: 1979, June to December.
After coming back penniless from a 9-month-long fishing trip through India, I needed a job.
"Something that earns me enough, but doesn't interfer too much with my domestic fishing..." was the requirement.
So I got a driving job - Transits and their Bedford equivalents - with Sanderson's Paints and Fabrics of Uxbridge.
Fred, the Transport Manager, the man who ran Sanderson's fleet of delivery vehicles, large and small, said "As you're last in, Paul, you're getting the round nobody wants - Thames Valley and Chilterns. Lot of driving, but once you know it, you can be back by lunchtime but, so long as you check out the paperwork and any returns properly, plus keep your van clean, I won't mind if you clock off and go...."
Perfect.
By week two, having learned the round - Uxbridge - High Wycombe - Thame - Oxford - over to Abingdon and Wallingford sometimes - I'd stop at home a couple of miles away, load up a bit of my fishing tackle, then away!
Thames Barbel (Rose Revived); Thames at Bourne End, Marlow, Henley ... River Thame chub ... Wye....
I often had to deliver rolls of fabric to some very run-down-looking but still thriving upholstery and furniture-making workshops on the banks of the Wye on the eastern edge of that even then fast-changing town.
Behind one of these workshops (glorified brick and wooden sheds), in the little urban river (with, I seem to remember, a park / playing field opposite), I saw a simply enormous brown trout.
So a fly rod was included in my van gear for the next few days, ready for the next delivery to those artisan furniture people in HW.
I got the fish in three casts - a 23-inch brown, a hen (5 to 6 pounds?), showed it to the guys who were watching me utterly bemused, then put it back. Lovely fish. A 'real' one, too. Perfect fins. Not a stockie. One of my most prized captures.