I went for a walk yesterday part of which was along the Grand Union Canal near Brentford. I passed some pitches near Osterley Lock when suddenly a ball flew over and straight into the canal. Suddenly a rather fat middle aged bloke burst through the hedge, waving a massive fishing catch net and retrieved the ball to shouts of "hurry Up XXXXX" from the adjacent pitch. Two minutes earlier it was total peace and I even saw a kingfisher flash past. It was a bit of a Little Britain moment.