'I was very nearly late for my own delayed action wedding celebration because I had found a very nice shoal of perch in the local canal. The thought that tomorrow I could escape to the Towy got me through six hours of concentrated ceremonial. Next morning, leaving my wife and mother-in-law to the social mopping up operations known in those parts as 'popping in', I put my spinning gear into the boot of the Alvis and pointed her at the Black Mountain.'
