Well ok I didn't actually hold a rod and line, or a net for that matter, but I did give support; morally, psychologically, and sustenance wise. Yes, I kept my son company as he fished the well-stocked fishing lakes of Woodlands Park, Thirsk. And I took him to Ampleforth Abbey to ensure his spiritual side was fully engaged, then on to Sutton Bank so that he might enjoy a cigarette as I took in the view.
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