Anglers Paradise

We've just come home after a week staying at Anglers Paradise,  a complex of villas set around a number of fishing lakes near Okehampton.  We've been before,  but not for many years, having transferred our affections to a villa with its own lake in France.  We booked Anglers Paradise last summer thinking it would be the sort of place we could go to even if covid wasn't back under control.  I'm so glad we did. 

We've come to stay at Phil's happy place
Where each new day puts a smile on his face
An anglers paradise where he can fish
All day every day if he should wish. 

Each lake has a view of the Dartmoor hills
To admire in quiet while he pits his skills
Against the fish with hook, bait and pole
"A fish a chuck" his stated goal. 

He sits in the space between shrubs and reeds 
Tossing in pellets as he constantly feeds
Then primes his hook,  casts over the lake
Playing each fish till its will starts to break. 

He draws them to the bank,  not quite ready yet
To bring them in closer, to be caught in the net. 
Before each fish is landed he tells me its size
Its species and colour,  each special in his eyes. 

He can sit there all day,  for hours at a time
While I read,  soak up sun,  try my hand at a rhyme, 
He will never get bored, I am certain of this,
To spend a day fishing is his idea of bliss. 


© Copyright 2021. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved 


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