I joined JT for more urban river explorations. We waded into what used to be a veritable sewer running through a local town centre. The water was largely very clear but the banks still spoke of the years of neglect. No manicured lawns or carefully tidied banks. Instead, we stepped over bricks and tyres and shopping trolleys and god knows what else.
Still, two drifted nymphs brought us some beautifully coloured brown trout, their bellies sporting a dash of butter gold.
Even I managed to persuade the lovely brownie above to leave the river and spend some time aloft. 2 and a half pounds was the guessed weight - good enough for this duffer.
A few quick snaps and the fish was returned to fight another day.
Greetings, I suppose like many others I've created this blog for my own enjoyment. Reports of my (too seldom) fishing adventures will and do provide happy reading for me - and, so it seems, a handful of others.