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I tried to update an earlier post today but somehow managed to loose every word I wrote, it was about as frustrating as hooking a fish and loosing it on the edge of the landing net, something many of us have experienced in our lives.

The update was on my post of May Day. So I’ll try and cover it again.

Recently I had observed the flourish of grow of the plants along the Thames Path and couldn’t help wondering about how the chalk stream of Surrey, Hampshire and Wiltshire were shaping up. To date the ‘House of Tales’ have left the rods in their cotton sleeves, reels in boxes and flies in their muddled mess from last season.

With the recent warm weather I would hope that an abundance of fly life has emerged and within a week or so the first May Fly should start their merry dance drifting up and down the margins of rivers such as the Wye, Itchen, Test, Avon, Kennet and Frome.

It will soon be ‘duffers fortnight’ a time when trout pursue there large elegant flies with vigour. The May Fly had a brief life as a terrestrial. Dancing across he shimmering water can end in an explosion of water as an eager brown trout breaks its cover. Others will dance above the border vegetation and other momentarily rest on the green blades of irises and reeds.

These warm May days are now tempting me back to the river. I now sense that boxes need to be unpacked and fishing bags assembled I readiness for a day or evenings fishing where I’m sure I’ll end up casting towards darkness whilst looking for those silhouettes on the water and the sipping of trout in the surface film.

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