When I go fishing I have to make do with tea from a flask, hastily made while in my usual groggy early morning state. Things were obviously different for those who could afford servants in the old days...
lady angler on the right in this photograph from 1900 is a study in
concentration as she waits for a bite on the Darenth River – a chalk stream,
and then a prime trout fishery for the well-heeled – near Dartford in Kent. But
I wonder what the maid bringing a tray of refreshments on the left was