My childhood dream of opening the batting for England in a test match against Australia could, of course, never come true.
Although I have never much enjoyed running about a field, kicking a ball (or failing to kick the ball in my usual fashion) I can well understand that people get pleasure from doing this. Or throwing a dart straight into the double top. Even running - although I have frequently wondered what on Earth possesses people to run marathons. But I cannot for the life of me see how anybody could enjoy fishing. Especially beach fishing. If one wants to sit and read or meditate of just sit, fine, go ahead and do that. But why sit watching a rod and line in the hope that some poor, unsuspecting fish might come along and take the bait - only for you to throw it back in the water? It just doesn't make sense to me.
But then, who said it has to make sense?
|And this is fun?|