In Search of Oldton

This card is reserved for me and my son. We fish here on a small pier, waiting for the tench to bite.

I have a photo taken from the pier looking out across the water. You'll notice that it is my son who watches and waits, whilst I lie flat on my back.

To be honest, I am not a keen fisherman. It is he who owns the rod and tackle, who knows when to use a worm and when to use sweetcorn.

I only join in so that I can spend time with him.

But then again, what do I do with the precious time he gives me? I lie down and fall asleep usually, just another distant dad taking no interest whatsoever in what my son loves to do.

Writers for the Future