Three species of fish from the Staffs/Worcs Canal to start the day || 22 years and 15 weeks today || Watching football
My Saturday began while it was still dark and, although I had set the alarm for 6.45 a.m., I was up well before then. My body clock has thankfully moved on from the 3.30 a.m. summer stirrings but it’s still catching up with the shorter days of autumn.
Today’s angling destination was the local Staffordshire/Worcestershire Canal and, as always, you can follow the session via the video. That’s the beauty of footage, it adds a greater dimension to the blog post than text alone.
As I mentioned in the video, today is 22 years and 15 weeks since I posted my first Stewart Bloor’s Angling Journal (as it was then called) entry. It wasn’t a spontaneous decision, as I’d thought about it for a long time.
I also knew, even at that stage, that it would be a life-long commitment. Even as a child, I enjoyed writing (literally, in those days) a diary, and making it an online version really appealed to me. That was July 5, 2003, and here I am all these years later and still going strong.
It has changed though over the years. Everything we do in life will evolve as time passes by. In this instance, the weekly (published every Saturday) angling journal has become a daily blog that covers a lot more ground. Blogging Life’s Journey sums it up perfectly.
Now that the international break is over, English Premier League football is back on television. Unless it involves Leeds United or Wolverhampton Wanderers though, I don’t go out of my way to watch anything on television.
At home when the early game was on TNT Sports, I did catch Nottingham Forest v Chelsea though. I quite enjoyed it and although the score line suggests an emphatic victory for the visitors, it could have been so different if Forest had taken their chances.
I only thought about it while watching the game, that I haven’t been to a live match since I retired, almost ten months ago. It’s just not been on my radar, although that doesn’t mean to say that I won’t pick up the live football bug again at some point in the future.
In fact, you never know what’s around life’s corner, full stop. Not that I even have the slightest flicker of desire to ever work in football again though, just saying. That’s all. You never know. Never close a door publicly by saying something that you don’t need to.
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