It’s just a piece of paper, a scribbled note that sat on the window sill in my room in Russia three weeks ago among little piles of minor – but vital – survival kit like Versi-leaders, tube-fly boxes, helicopter earplugs and sun cream. But for me it’s an unforgettable scribble because it is my catch record for a fantastic week of salmon fishing on the Kola Pensinsula.
Fantastic, but not fantasy. It was all very real although it almost takes a glance at this and a pinch for good measure to grapple with the reality.
Not a lot of detail to go on. Not even a breaking up of figures into am and pm. My catch record won’t win the Pulitzer prize. I don’t suppose that as a finely crafted and eloquent testament to the week’s fishing it would get shortlisted, either by any kind of literary reckoning.
It’s just a piece of paper, after all, with some numbers on. But what an amazing river, and what amazing fishing.