A master fisherman!

This morning I went to the Remembrance service in Oswestry. Though I wasn't born in the war, I always go to remember Mum's brother who was killed in November 1944 when his Lancaster bomber crashed.

This afternoon I went to Shrewsbury Weir in the hope of seeing salmon jumping up the River Severn though I knew that it was the end of the season. I didn't see any fish but this heron did. He was on guard by the fish ladder and caught two small salmon while I was there.