The book of the deeply wholesome TV show, which inevitably overlaps with it in some respects while having a different focus in others. Obviously the format means that sometimes one of them will get a longer section of monologue than they would on-screen, especially when Paul is explaining something technical – though often a little joshing footnote from the other will intrude, and these sections are broken up with more conversational passages of back and forth. Even these, though, will sometimes land on slightly different moods, as in a debate on gravy which could easily have been a snippet Beckett or Pinter rejected as insufficiently portentous:
"B: On pie or near pie?
P: In jug.
B: Then poured on pie or near pie?
P: Tricky.
Long silence.
P: On pie.
B: Nice."
Otherwise...if you think Izaak Walton, but with less on killing otters, you won't be far out. And less on killing fish, for that matter – I was surprised by this when I started watching the series, but the book really doubles down on it, and I'd no idea how many fishermen now consider it absolutely anathema to keep, kill, or really do anything more than very slightly inconvenience a fish. Paul in particular writes very movingly on that, and you genuinely feel that you'd rue the day he saw you distressing a tench. These little modulations of mood as against the TV recur; obviously nostalgia will often crop up in their conversations there too, but if you lose the accompanying gorgeous visuals on the page, the compensation is some really beautiful and bittersweet passages on how to some extent both of them see fishing as a recapturing of a childhood sense of adventure, the first times out and far away, free. Which, while fishing bar the most childish netting of tiddlers was never part of my youth, I absolutely recognise from stuff like climbing trees. Though I was a little taken aback about how they even manage to sound nostalgic when talking about eg getting kneed in the face by skinheads (and yes, jumpers for goalposts is already referenced in the text). They're also good on the paradox of how it's not all about catching a fish, even if the day usually feels like it's missing a capstone without that.
Probably the main difference to the show, though, is that quite a lot of the book offers concrete, practical information – recipes from Bob, or Paul talking about the actual how-to of angling, stuff like the difference between a waggler and a quill float. Clearly these are topics of no interest whatsoever to me, but be warned – even if you feel likewise, make sure you at least skim them, or you'll miss some wonderful asides, not least on Paul's perennial bugbear, Bob winding. Beyond that, I'll admit that even the mention of synthetic baits called things like Quantum Radical, Heavy Metal and Dynamite Crave had me wincing, these words denting the gentle mood of the thing; and let's not get into the book's erratic use of the word 'species'. But these are the most minor of botherations. It's well worth it just for the pair of them continuing to be the pair of them ("If we were fishing in a garden pond, I'd like to be the gnome, while Paul would be the rotovator, doing the lawn"); for discussion of their wise and proper decision to keep making the same series again rather than trying to mess with the format; and for the simple fact that, after 15 years of saying they should go fishing, they finally did, and it went this well. Which gives me hope for some of the old friends I've been meant to be having catch-up drinks with since the early 2010s.