I switched on the news to find that the weather man was predicting long periods of intense rain moving from the west with winds increasing as the day went on, so that put paid to the plans I had in my head as I was planning on hitting a little feeder stream high up the Dale, but if the rain came down as predicted it would colour over and rise very fast so a change of plans and a few hours closer to home on the river.
After the wet drive up I exited the car to light drizzle but a strengthening wind blowing, I had hoped the wind would stay away for a few hours but I knew the place I was heading would give me some shelter and maybe even see a fish or two rising under the shelter of the overhanging trees.
The river was slightly up but not by much and was carrying a bit of colour, but this would aid me in the close work I had planned.
I opted for an upstream spider approach with a nymph on point and straight from the off it was working but unfortunately not for the trout I had expected, Grayling were taking the flies literally almost as soon as they hit the water.
Fishing the faster turbulent water was hard going but after about 20 minutes the line stopped dead and the first trout of the day was on, nothing big but it gave an excellent account of itself with its aerial acrobatics.
Deciding it was time to stop & have a break I found a small clearing in the middle of the island with a dead tree trunk, the ideal position to grab something to eat whilst contemplating the last couple of hours.
As I was putting the rod down I noticed all the fungi growing on the edge of the trunk.
Fed & watered I made my way to the final set of runs on the back end of the island, always a place that has been kind to me and this time was no exception, the first trout I hooked made its way directly into the tree roots and gained freedom, leaving me to say a few choice words! It took about 10 minutes until the next trout took the point fly and this time there was no escape to the tree roots.
The best fish so far of the day, a lovely wild trout in stunning condition & colours.
I crossed back over to start heading back towards the car when I popped my head through the hedge to see the pheasants calling out to each other in the rapeseed fields.
Walking back down the couple of long straights heading back towards the car without seeing any movement apart from the geese with their new clutch of young ones, 7 in total, new life on the river & the first young ones I've seen this year.