Tania was talking to the woman. It didn’t seem a friendly encounter; Tania tugged at Caesar’s lead with an angry expression, and the woman jogged off.
Blond hair tied in a ponytail. Where had he seen her before?
A few minutes later, Caesar came sniffing around his stool; he ignored the beast.
‘Caught anything yet?’ Tania’s voice, although a little breathless, was intriguing; professionally staged to solicit a reply.
He just shook his head, shrugged and stretched his arms. He didn’t want to talk to her; he didn’t want to smell her; he didn’t want to touch. Not then...
She didn’t pursue it; called the dog, and they both trotted off. The morning sun was pleasant; he felt warm inside his waterproofs. He sat back and reeled in the line. Put another maggot on the hook and cast it out towards the swans. They’d be inquisitive. If he got really lucky...
Plenty of time.