No fish yesterday or today. Eerily quiet.
The iconic majesty of Wild Boar fell, driving up through the Dales, yesterday.
Nithsdale, yesterday at dusk. Also the Trigony Hotel garden, looking autumnal.
Howard’s Toby. I rescued it, cast across the Nith from right to left bank into my feet. I said I’d return it to him tomorrow when I meet him at Beat 1.
And that’s a true fishy story.