It was thirty years ago this July. The walk upstream was via the shrubbery to the right of shot and on to the green bank beyond. This fished well enough but it was where the stepping stones pushed the weight of the Conon back on itself to create a series of salmon lies that one thought: fish.
And so it proved. After about ten casts a pristine silver Atlantic salmon of 7.5 lb shot up in the turbulent stream, turned on the fly and cavorted off downstream and across to the far bank under some overhanging branches, the basic and somewhat un-oiled fly reel shrieking in protest.
It’s not every day you’re browsing the internet then suddenly see a picture of the pool where you caught your first-ever salmon. This was on the website of Brahan Estates, www.brahan.com and a quick email to the estate manager confirmed it was indeed Lower Brahan’s Cemetery pool.
Still the same after all those years.