The day I wrangled a film and snagged a princess

As a part of my postgraduate training in the 1970s, I had the privilege to work in the UK in Oxford at the Disabled Living Research Centre, which taught me plenty about medicine, patients and myself.
My boss knew that I was a keen angler and asked me to respond to a letter he had received from the Royal Association for Disability and Rehabilitation (RADAR) who wanted to make a film to show that people with disabilities could enjoy this popular outdoor hobby.