Today, I returned to Ratherheath Tarn, this time with my wife, my brother, his wife,  his two daughters, our two dogs and his dog. I’m ashamed to say that I felt comforted that the lake was frozen and we were unlikely to meet any  fishermen.

It was wrong of me.

In fact, I should have the courage to seek out the anglers to challenge their right to claim this land as their own to practice their vile sport.

Perhaps I should oraganise an occupation on a summer afternoon….