HOOKED

Kim worried her relationship was on the line – until she had a bright idea

- Tess Niland Kimber

So, Ches said he and Jen can come,’ Scott said, his nose turning red as he cradled a mug of hot chocolate.

He'd just returned from night fishing. Kim secretly thought he was mad, as it was freezing. She'd shivered in bed without him to snuggle into.

‘Where?’ she asked, taking some eggs from the fridge.

Scott was about to shower while she cooked breakfast. She couldn’t wait because his fishy smell was making her feel queasy.

‘To Lake Farm.’

As she sliced bread, she could have sworn he said Lake Farm, but she must have misheard. She’d booked the break months ago when she had wanted to encourage his new-found obsession - sorry, hobby. Lately, though, she was dreading the stay at a luxury Devon fishing complex to celebrate his 40th. Fishing was coming between them.

“What? Ches and Jen are coming along with us?”

“Yeah - great, isn’t it?’ he said, disappearing upstairs.

As Scott showered, Kim peeled mushrooms and sighed. After breaking his leg, he'd stopped running - a hobby they'd shared. Six weeks in plaster, followed by months of physio, killed his interest in the sport. Instead, on days off from his paramedic job, he’d been moping around the house.

‘I need a new hobby,’ he’d said when she returned from an afternoon run.

‘How about golf?’

He'd wrinkled his nose.

‘Cycling?’

‘With my lousy balance?’

Stretching, she suggested, ‘Fishing? You always found it relaxing.’

Scott had tilted his head. ‘That’s an idea. It would help me unwind.’

Kim agreed. Sometimes Scott’s job involved some harrowing incidents.

At first, it worked. He stopped moping and began researching rods, wet-weather gear and the best spots. Once he started fishing, Kim benefited, too. He was the old Scott again - enthusiastic, chilled and enjoying new goals.

‘Met a bloke last night. Ches gave me tips on bait. He said that he might like to join me next weekend.’