It’s not much of a seat. But the location’s good.
Day five. . So (did it again used So, used So.. Oh get with the programme you zeitgeist-deficient ones)
Where was I? So two inspiring wildlife encounters: a house martin wrapped itself round my unfurling fly line then flew off unharmed..
Later as I walked riverside in a 30mph blow I saw a windswept Daddy Longlegs hanging comically and cartoon like onto my trout rod for dear life. I gently laid rod on grass and it was off.
No fish, sorry. Well not that sorry I tried. Quite hard.