Having promise young Tales a trip to the Lower Itchen Fishery in order to catch a Grayling, today was the day. We headed South down the M3 at just after 7am.
There had been a fair amount of preparation, a weather watch, fresh bait and all the tackle assembled the night before in the drawing room.
Having arrived at the Lower Itchen Fishery at just after 9am a quick call was put into Clayton the Fishery Bailiff and River Keeper, later in the day he was also to be our saviour.
As it’s now late on Sunday evening I’ll write up a full account of our exploits tomorrow as both young Tales and I are exhausted but I will leave you a few pictures of today’s fishing foray.
It’s now time to raise a dram to Burns on Burns Night, a wee flight of Mortlach Rare Old for its fruit and spice notes and a more heady Glenrothes as I settle in for the evening to reflect on a memorable and wonderful days fishing.
We bid you a good evening.