River Tweed Ashiestiel

One of the most rubbish days attempting to fish on the Tweed.

It had rained for two days solid. The river was in flood, coloured like milky coffee and full of leaves (all useless for fishing). I broke my rod after about ten casts and didn't bring a spare. The rain kept pelting down and the river was rising.

We gave up after lunch and hit the bar in Innerleithen when Mike arrived. Things improved quickly with beer, food and a big warm fire.