February 18th – Spotted on the canal between Black Cock and Clayhanger bridges, at the bar. of the Maybrook industrial estate – that must have hurt.
A fishing rod, stuck in the bushes, well over the water and far out of reach, still with reel attached.
Unfortunate.
October 8th – Today, I cycled past Rod, the Walsall Wood angler. I’ve never been fond of this artwork, even though it is modelled on David Evans, local character and contributor to my main blog. Rusting so badly now that the writing can barely be discerned, Rod had his copper fish stolen some time ago.Since then, wags have hung alternative objects from the angler’s pole, namely a gold wellie boot and olympic rings. Rod is symbolic of the fortunes of the Wood; unveiled in a public artwork binge ostensibly to record the village’s mining past, he sits corroding, while the real mining memorial – the original Oak Park – also decays.
March 23rd – Even the snow was odd today. I’ve never seen it like this before – at about 4pm it was a very fine flake, long and thin, like a tiny rod about 4-6mm long. So insubstantial, that the merest touch or breath melted it. I suppose it must be the way the water vapour and air currents formed it, but is was fascinating and beautiful.
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