"It was an early summer morning when two boys were walking across this abandoned bridge, they noticed a strange movement in the reflection of the sun on the water. It was Mr. Emmet in his favourite fishing spot. The boys were curious and so was Mr. Emmet’s old dog as he sat patiently, unseen in the swirling mists, waiting for the enevitable action when a fish grabs the baited hook."

- James Lumbers