Walking down by the local wide stretch of water, earlier today, I passed by a young man and (presuming) his young woman. He was casting out for fish (with no apparent luck) then winding in, wandering on a few more yards before repeating the process. She was keeping pace with him, holding the (seemingly dry) catch-net, flat, and I really couldn't tell at a glance if this was her perfect Sunday morning activity or she was only there because he was (better a "fisherman's fiancée" than a "fisherman's widow", at least figuratively speaking?).
The thing that actually made me laugh, however, was my own mind's decision to internally call him Rod, and her Annette. Luckily, I was a bit further away before it happened, and I only startled various ducks (tufties, coots and some mallards; some of the latter clearly being hybrids of mallard and one or other of the generally-black-with-white-front species you find around here).
Anyway, all the best to them, I say. I hope (if necessary), he willingly goes to help do something
she likes, too (though maybe not her Zumba class, if that's the kind of option, as likely awkward for all involved). I have seen "fishing couples", both of them casting away (or waiting for bites), but these two weren't yet equally involved in that way.
Beyond the (startled) ducks and, a little further down, the swans (last year's cygnettes, not yet gone full white and not yet flown, their parents weren't obviously around, but seem to have picked my particular locale as a whole-year residence), there was a young couple (mid-to-late-teens, the others being top-end of teens, maybe early 20s), sat on a bench. Well, he was sat on the bench, she was sat astride him. 'Decent'ly so, let me hasten to add, unless you're puritanical enough to dislike arms and legs so clearly entwined in public, and one did not go so far as to establish whether there was more going on in the hip-to-hip zone of clothed contact than probably was ok for a public sign of affection.
I mention this only for completeness. All the joys of spring, as it were.
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