Fishing At The Basin End

A Memory of Nantwich.

My father did not drink smoke nor gamble, he had only one ( vice ) fishing, every week end we used to cycle from Crewe to various rivers or canals around Crewe, on this occasion we went to the Basin End just outside Nantwich, it had rained heavy the night before and I was told to keep away from the edge of the bank of the canal, I ignored his warning and in I went; a bargee moored close by saw what happened and managed to get me out, took me on board and removed my wet clothes.
My father was by now aware of what had happened, he thanked the man and then cycled back to Crewe to get me some dry clothes, this he did and came back for me,
Fully recovered we cycled home, there we were met by my mother and a policeman, my father in his haste had left the back door open and several cupboards and drawers open my mother thinking we had been burgled had sent for the police, it goes without saying, we caught no fish and I was sent to bed early.

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