We arrived just before 0830hrs and peered into the water, it was a bit on the low side but still very much fishable so that was decided we were going for it, so after setting up I duly played the host and allowed Martin to fish upstream first and I would follow on a few moments later.
Almost immediately Martin was into small Trout & Par in the fast pocket water, something this small river is renowned for so he was off the mark.
It didn't take me long following him upstream to get the first fish to hand a small salmon par.
Used for the first time this year my memorial cane rod which was commissioned to commemorate my parents, a day after what would have been my mothers 83rd Birthday.
Gone but never forgotten.
Martin was occupied in a long pool with rising fish all around him, so leapfrogging him I moved upstream to a deep run I knew where there often lay a decent fish or two. Making my way down through the thick undergrowth I came out level with the spot I wanted to get to so I sat & observed for a few moments and saw a fish rising at the tail of the run.
With a quick sharp flick I had my dry sitting exactly where I wanted it and almost immediately a nice Grayling came to the fly, I struck and missed! I could have kicked myself as I seen the fish come out the depths to intercept the fly. Casting back under the overhanging branches I tried again, hoping the Grayling might come back for another go but this time my fly was intercepted by a decent Trout.
By the looks of things not a wild fish as I had been expecting and I know this particular river isn't stocked so it must have made its way upstream at some point in the past.
Soon afterwards Martin followed me up through the run and connected with a fish but alas he released it at range.
The small fish were plentiful and we were both taking them from nearly every bit of moving water there was. Nothing of any size but great sport & stunning wild fish.
The kingfisher was darting up and down the river and the oyster catchers were creating a racket over our heads, it was lovely to be back on the small river and catching.
After a bite to eat we continued upstream and I managed to pull a couple of slightly larger residents from their hiding holes.
Martin & Myself taking it in turn to fish the deeper pools we came across.
We had got about halfway up the river and Martin had a bit of a set too with a rock and his boot sole became detached at the front, so he was flopping upstream, a bit of a heath robinson repair with a few elastic bands until we hoped we would find some bailing twine or something hanging on a fence, but it kept him on the move, all be it a bit slower.
Another pool and more small trout for us both followed by a slightly better one hard against a rock face on the opposite bank.
we didn't get much further before Martin's botch it & scarper boot fix finally gave out , so not seeing any string I graciously surrendered my camera lanyard made from para-cord I have my camera attached to my waistcoat with.