Ripple.

Fishing utterly pointless again today; much windier than yesterday and impossible to control the flies. I persevered for four hours before admitting defeat.
Took a detour on the way home to Doldowlodd on the river Wye and spent half an hour absolutely mesmerized watching four of the biggest Grayling I've ever seen cavorting in spawning rituals. It's not quite as heart-stopping as watching an otter but it ain't far off.