Overload.

Back from a wonderful weekend and thought I'd try and catch the last rise on the Frome. Boy oh boy.

Hooked a good trout that promptly swam into a big bed of ranunculus so I jumped in (up to my waist with no waders for fuck's sake) lost said trout, cast at another rising in front of me, somehow hooked and brought it to hand, took this photo, released it, climbed of of the river, dropped my rod, turned round to pick it up and met the gaze of an otter.

An otter. In Stroud. Wild.

Wow.