The phone call about the state of the river with Toby has become almost a daily event.
“It looks like it’s dropping” is usually the start of the conversation but a look out of the window gives a clue that the respite may only be a short one and the slightest crack in what may become fishable weather closes as quickly as it opened.
While talking the phone vibrates: a text. It is from Duncan asking how things are looking right now and if we’ll be able to get out soon, he already knew the answer before he texted me. We remain optimistic though. You have to don’t you?
I go back to the vice to tie some flies. I replace some that I have lost but I also like to tinker. I am always thinking about a pattern I tied or used last year, how it worked and if I could make a subtle change it a little to tip the odds a little more in my favour. Plus it is fun.
RFH calls with a report from the chalkstreams. They have had some big weather there too and although many of the chalkstreams are running crystal clear they are high. Very high.
There is some fishable water though. Jim is in from the Coln and has caught some fish. It is good to hear his report.
Toby calls again and talks about getting on a plane to find some fishable water. He, like many of my friends, are getting desperate. During the conversation I ask Emma if I have been unbearable and she politely says “no, not too bad” with a smile.
I met with Lewis and Paul at the weekend. We talked about the coming season and how we are looking forward to it. We step out into the rain and play around with the fly rod for a bit and take a look at the river.
It won’t be long now.
Issue 25 of Eat, Sleep, Fish is now out Issue 26 will be out first week of Feb