The heavy rain of last month seems a long time ago when I look at the dwindling river Torridge as I set off for a couple of hours hoping for a salmon or sea trout as night falls. This will be my last visit to the river until rains bring fresh hope of a run of fish. I know there will be a few fish present and this is confirmed as a couple of salmon or sea trout splash into run at the top of the beat.
I fish the water carefully searching through each run and pool absorbing the surrounding evening as I wade through the pleasantly cool water. The air is full of thousands of flies hovering above the water, mayflies and spinners with their long tails I wish I knew their names but this is not my strong point. A few trout rise leisurely and the occasional twitchy pull to my fly keeps me alert. A couple of spirited brownies succumb and are carefully admired and released.
When I climb from the river at just after 10.00pm the light has faded and light has all but faded from the day. A faint glow still lingers in the west but this day is almost done. Out in the field a shape is just discernible in the gloom, as my eyes adjust the roe deer bounds away across the fields.
A few birds still twitter but it is remarkably still not even the owls are calling as night descends. I move to a the lower part of the beat and a productive pool where I cast across to the barely visible far bank. All is quiet the river sleeps and I return home .