I remember the day I gave up on my usual fishing spot down by the canal in Manchester. The rain was hammering down, the fish weren't biting, and I was sat there soaked to the bone, questioning every life choice that had led me to that moment. I packed up my rod, trudged back home, and found myself sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through my phone with nothing better to do. A mate from the local angling club had been going on about a platform he'd found for weeks, saying it was the only thing that gave him the same buzz as landing a decent catch. Out of boredom, I finally pulled up fish and spins to see what the…
I remember the day I gave up on my usual fishing spot down by the canal in Manchester. The rain was hammering down, the fish weren't biting, and I was sat there soaked to the bone, questioning every life choice that had led me to that moment. I packed up my rod, trudged back home, and found myself sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through my phone with nothing better to do. A mate from the local angling club had been going on about a platform he'd found for weeks, saying it was the only thing that gave him the same buzz as landing a decent catch. Out of boredom, I finally pulled up fish and spins to see what the…