The access to the river is difficult, and arriving on a work day as I did I had the whole river for myself. I appreciate a good company, and a fishy story or two, but approaching a river in solitude has its merits.
The spring was in full bloom, the river was ringed with buterburr flowers and Bibio flies were buzzing happily around sloe bushes. The river was somewhat high, so at first I tried my luck nymphing. I had some success, but not a spectacular one, and so when I found a rising fish I switched over to dry fly.
The fish responded nicely to my readheaded CDC emerger and I proceeded to catch a number of trout and even some chub.
