I spent a very enjoyable afternoon with the Master on a local river. The levels had dropped considerably but the heights reached were evident from rubbish in trees over 20' above the river and debris in adjacent fields over 25' above the river . I cannot imagine what it looked like during the storms.
We yomped across muddy fields and set up legering with Avon rods . We used bread, halibut pellets and corn. It was dry, reasonably warm and deserted apart from the odd salmon fisherman wandering about. Tigger would have moved several times to find fish but he deferred to my laziness. We talked about all and sundry, had a laugh, discussed the woes of the world and time flew by until it was dark as we trudged back. The zip on my rod hold-all failed and i struggled to retain everything in the now open bag. If I had dropped anything it would still be there.
Sadly the one thing absent was the fish. We both blanked. As we said goodbye Ian asked casually " when are you going to France Jonah" I cannot think why.