I did a little garden job first thing in the morning for an old lady and on my drive back went over the bridge and stopped for a recce.
Nothing. Bit strange.
I went a mile upstream and got the bins out. Difficult to see with a light south easterly blowing. Was that a fish? Focusing in on the spot, another movement. Definitely a fish.
Wellies and jacket on, rod grabbed and a couple of minutes later my fly lands in exactly the right spot, about two foot from the shore. It happens sometimes !
Less than five minutes later I was admiring a nice thin lip. One cast is all it took.
Home for coffee by 10.00 , with a few quid and a fish in the bag. I wish every day would start like that.
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