Thursday 13th November 2014

Thursday 13th November 2014

George Wallace

Thursday 13th November:

The weather isn't very nice and the river rises and falls around a couple of feet above normal but when Shadow and I walked the lower half of the Village beat this afternoon the water was reasonably clear and the back eddies and quieter runs are very fishable. In fact they look good.

The wind started as a reefed tops'l breeze and increased to half a gale during our stroll, but once it drops coarse fishing should be a real pleasure. There are three trees down; two have been pushed round against the bank by the flood water and the third, up by the pump house, is still lying two thirds of the way across the river. There are a few more dodgy-looking old trees along the bank in that area, so if you hear any ominous creaks and cracks, my advice is to run like Hell. Up wind.

The wild afternoon reminded me of the lines from Coleridge's Kubla Khan, "A savage place, as holy and enchanted as e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted by woman wailing for her demon lover."  A pint of bitter in the Royal Oak cured me of that!