Heady days on Varzuga in May. A nice right-hand-wind moment on the Beach pool below Moscoi Rapids.
I always thought the above words were said by Bob Geldof himself after the final Live Aid concert. But a net-search reveals it was the precocious observation of a child at
the end of the last US Live Aid concert, and was used by Sir Bob as the title of his 1986 autobiography.
Whatever, I love the profound questioning these words represent. And I love those bittersweet moments after the great times have settled a bit.
Beause it has been a great season in many ways but also infuriatingly up and down – and that is salmon-fishing and will do for me. My 2010 story is on these posts here. One’s own story inevitably but that comes with the territory.
The long British winter beckons. Any feedback is welcomed. I’ll keep posting anyway.
The fish I was playing above, before its swift return.
