Golden Brown

Today I managed to enjoy the first day of my whole week off - Monday and Tuesday were lost to important work.

What do we do when offered a day of no rain (let's be perfectly honest, an absolute fucking treasure at the moment)?

We go fishing!

So father and son Holmes went and had a crack at the River Frome around Stroud Cricket Club to see what lurked beneath a resurgent and rudely healthy-looking stream.
Since the last time I went with Jamie, the level had dropped by at least six inches which made it a completely different proposition, but that's why we love rivers - never the same twice and a real test of watercraft and fishing skill.

Being the consummate anglers we are, we managed a combined haul of thirteen beautiful brown trout; the blip being the pick of the bunch and caught by Dad. As soon as I had it in the net (trout fisherman always help each other) we both commented on just how buttery the lower-flank colours were. Hence the title of the post.

As if to declare quite what a wonderful day it was, Mother Nature deigned to treat us to a Roe Deer buck wandering across the far bank and a Kingfisher doing what Kingfishers do - namely grabbing the attention with an iridescent blue streak and making the heart skip with joy.

Sunshine. Family. Fishing. Nature. Those four combined to have made today a very, very good day.