Apres le deluge
The loveliness of trees
River Irfon, Cefnllysgwynne Beat.
June 6th
This is a lovely piece of water. And there is a lot of the wet stuff here -- miles of it. I walked the beat on Thursday, just to check what was happening, and I was "cream-crackered" by the time I got back to the car. There's an awful lot of water. Add to that a thunderstorm, and only 5 fish seen feeding and I my enthusiasm was literally dampened.
But Friday is a new day. The weather had changed. Where there had been dark clouds there now was blue skies and sunshine. Fish showed in the tails of pools and in the slower runs. Many were small fish but a few were respectable. The fishing wasn't easy. There was little or no breeze and so no ripple to disguise the less than elegant cast. The fish had the advantage and a slow and stealthy approach paid dividends.
In the end a respectable number of fish were caught. Each one hard won and deserved. These slow, difficult days can sometimes be the most rewarding, as each fish takes on greater significance. It is on days like this that lessons are learned that can be important for the future. And could there be a more lovely classroom in which learn?
Apres le deluge
The loveliness of trees