Another autumn rolled around and the gardens began to lose their colour and vibrancy. The ivy had taken hold and had grown two to three metres up the wall. The large grassed area surrounding the house was looking dull, and while some vegetables had produced their yield for the season, others were preparing to deliver theirs. The pumpkin flowers had transformed into tiny green balls and the peas were hanging off the vines in surprising numbers.
“I’m going to try my hand at fishing,” said Benjamin one day. “Do you know anything about fishing?”
“Do I know anythin’? I grew up here,” said Mick.
“Then why have I never seen you fish?”
“Just because ya haven’t seen me, doesn’t mean I don’t do it.”
“The mind boggles,” replied Benjamin with a cheeky grin. “Do you go fishing?”
“No.”
Benjamin
