The photograph is a picture of the 'Wine cellar' where we hung bottles of wine in the stream to keep them cool. 

My friend John Alfred Perry with whom I fished  on the River Kennet in Berkshire every Sunday for nearly 30 years died Four years ago this week.
I fished just one season after he had gone, then resigned my Rod at Hungerford. Since then I haven't fished for trout much at all and  for the first time since he died I have taken a Rod again.

I was wondering John 
How's the fishin been up there 
Just where you are
Its a bit too far for me to come right now 
So I took another rod on the kennet this year
The first time I've had no fear
The very first year since you went away

Just couldnt face the day 
Fishin without you until now
Your ghost walked behind me 
The whole of the season that you left
And I couldnt shake him off
Now matter how I tried
I just couldnt hide 

And that big old Grayling just a way on up
Past the black hut
Do remember him ?
You lost him a couple of times season before last 
Well he gave me of his best on the very last cast
The Season after you died 
John I just sat down 
And cried for  those happy times

Then you know right in the corner 
Over  the bracket hatch bridge 
The  'brownie' I lost that  evening at the end of August 
Well hes  now twice as big and a shoulder like a wrestler 
I  hooked  him just  once more after you'd gone 
But the leader broke down at the butt  
Just as you  always said it would John 

Then the mayfly last season  well it never really came 
A few duns at Whitsuntide lasted till June
Not a minute too soon for me
No stomach to fish dont you see
And the wine cellar where we cooled all the claret 
It's empty now  there is  nothing left for me 
Except your distant memory
And those  happy times we shared 
Nothing is spared
God bless you John this one is just for you.