Bucolic.

Well another smashing camping trip over and done with. It absolutely rodded it down last night and early this morning (my little tent stood up perfectly) so the river had a little bit of colour in it.

It made no difference, I still caught sod-all. This weekend I have been thrashed nine-nil in the fishy count. Need more practice obviously. Just as well the cricket season is coming to an end then!

Was really hoping that there would be clear skies tonight so I could see the ISS and Perseid Meteors but here in Stroud there isn't a single star to be seen. Even better, it would have stopped me watching the Olympic closing ceremony. Christ what a load of bollocks that was (apart from Pele).