Time well spent.

They say a bad day fishing is better than a good day at work and they're correct.

Having said that it was bloody hard going which made losing five fish (three of which were big Grayling) very hard to swallow.

In this pic is Dad trying his luck in a very fishy looking run. Sadly he was as successful as me.

On the upside (there's always an upside when on the river) I spent time watching a Kingfisher putting us both to shame and taking minnows from the shallows. Sublime.

Tomorrow will be a good day. I can feel it.