I won my first goldfish at a fair. I was young and I can’t remember what I had to do to win it or what I called it, but I spent hours watching him swim around the little plastic tank in my room. From then on, I was hooked on fish.
When I turned eight, my dad would take me float fishing in the canal near where we lived in Banbury, Oxfordshire. I was ecstatic if I caught anything; I’d run in circles with excitement and take pictures with my Polaroid camera.
