TALES FROM THE TIDELINE Right, the tripod’s up, the rods are rung and balanced in their cups. The last thing now is just to add the rigs and sinkers – carefully mulled over, of course, and selected for the occasion, then clipped onto the ends of the shockleaders, their sequins and silvery hooks swinging and catching the late sun’s rays.
With the rods attended to, it’s time to turn my attention to the lantern, a beautiful old Petromax, the Peter Pan of lanterns – it’s older than my father yet looks as though I walked out of the shop with it yesterday. I don’t use it very often, but I do like to hark back from time to time, enjoying its nostalgic value. Most don’t like to use lamps like…
