This blog has presented me with a problem of late. I desperately want to write something worthwhile, but somehow cannot find the words. A few things might be to blame for this, such as spending more time actually fishing than thinking and writing about it (A Good Thing); but perhaps the nature of my fishing has had the greatest effect. I've been lucky enough to get out very regularly and to a variety of different venues from stocked stillwater small and large, through upland wild tarn, to running water ranging from tiniest brook to large spate river. It's been a rare owd time for sure, but to keep updating this blog each time I return home would quickly read like a succession of soulless catch reports.
Better perhaps to post up a few photos which together sum up the last few weeks for me. Every image has its own story, each worthwhile in its own way, but I have neither the time nor the disposition to do justice to them here.
Stocks Reservoir: making good our embarkation in the Rob Denson Birthday Invitational Competition.
NCA Junior into his first fly caught fish - a special moment.
Small stream, big trout!
Small stream, tiny trout!
Grellin back in season
Flies for the High Place....
Stuart at the High Place.
Tony in deepest Ribblesdale.
A favourite bit of river back from the brink.
Saviour of the dog days - French leader and (my interpretation of) Leon style nymphs.