I shared many a day sheltering from the wind and rain while pike fishing with Jim. We would put our fishing brollies together and discuss many subjects while waiting for the fish to bite. Usually Jim caught more than everybody else, perhaps because of his attention to detail

One trip was an overnighter to the borders and we fished on the day of our arrival before setting up camp.  I had a big tent, so Jim, Brian and I shared the tent for part of the first night.

I say part of the night as Brian and I were driven out of the tent by Jim's snoring. I remember Brian contemplating murder before we repaired to the relative quietness of my car. I say relative quietness because we could still hear Jim's snores and we spent a sleepless night in the car, meaning we were exhausted the next day while Jim of course was as fresh as a daisy.

How I wish I could hear those snores now. Goodbye my friend.