What sort of person gives up fishing just because their rod is broken? These guys step up when they call themselves fishermen. I've seen Touching The Void, I know the risks they run when they go out there, I've seen the heroism and the sacrifice.
It seems as though the more I try to explain, the more guilty I appear. There was a group of them, all with a number of rods each, both in use and strewn across the path. Next time, I'll just stick to bursting their footballs or cutting the strings on their kites – happy now?
Back when I lived in Pontywaun and knew the boys in Martin Hatfield well there was the tale of a group of lads riding up the canal from Risca to where it stops in Pontywaun to go up the Scenic Drive, the one at the front ran over a fishermans kit and the one at the back paid fot it by being given a beating by the angry angler. He and his bike ended up in the canal.
If you spent the night on a canal bank only to let go what you had spent hours trying to catch I think you would be a little unglued.