Were has that season gone? After a long dry summer there was hope of salmon as I guided the fly across the familiar lies that I had not visited since early summer. The leaves were still surprisingly green as they were illuminated by the autumn sunshine.
Shortly after arriving the vivid blue of a kingfisher flashed past. The contrast of dark clouds and sunshine brought out the splendid colours of a rainbow.
As I walked from the river it was hard to believe six months had gone since the daffodils had decorated the banks and I had cast out with a season of fishing ahead.
And so another season was brought to an end with the traditional Egg Box dinner at the Half Moon at Sheepwash. This delightful old Inn is to be treasured; one of few that remain.
