It was indeed, especially when you found it.
So i'm walking along and hear some grumpy old man swearing at his phone, "Siri.....Wheres the bloody river?...... How am i supposed to know what it looks like these days??................... I know its round here somewhere!........ sod it i'll follow this nice young man and see where he's going.........."
So with the old dude in tow, i went for a wander, very satisfying doing your bit for the old folk
Lovely beat on a lovely day and the fish played ball for most of it.
It actually took me back a few years as the Don behaved more like how i remember it, with good numbers of 10-14" fish keeping you amused all day and a smattering of better ones, from the lies you would expect them to be in.
The light was causing me problems trying to get the fish out of the shadows cast by me, the joys of being on the north bank of the river.
Come the afternoon the sheer quantity of flies in the air was astonishing, zoom in on this one to get a rough idea of how tough it was to try and figure out which ones they were rising for.
It seemed the terrestrials were more preferred to the grannon and olives that were on the water, although this fat little devil ,i think had been feasting on something with a bit more protein in it.
So a grand day out on a favourite beat, a pity the clouds didn't show up, as promised by the weather man, but the surroundings were stunning. What beautiful part of the country we live in.
I helped the old gadgie back to his car and he very kindly gave me a lift home
Sandy
