The daffodils are starting to emerge, the snowdrops are stunning and I saw three large dark olives last week.
I got up this morning and the sky was a little clearer and things feel good.
The countdown to the trout fishing season is just about underway and the rivers are starting to drop. I am probably speaking too soon but it feels like I might even get a go at some grayling this week if things stay as they are.
It is probably a big ask for this to happen but right here, right now I am feeling just the right side of optimistic.
I haven’t cast a fly for grayling since before Christmas and am starting to forget what one looks like. Hopefully this will change soon.
Emma and I were in Stockbridge at the weekend. The Test still had a big push to it and there were were still sandbags in the doorways of the houses. I’m told by Ed in the Orvis store that it didn’t make it in to the shops or houses but it was close.
We walked along the high street of the town. Although I have visited there many times we weren’t in any sort of rush. When I am usually there I am working or fishing so I am usually buying some last minute flies or meeting someone. This time I wasn’t and although the associations with Stockbridge and fishing are closely interwoven I got the chance to see just how closely from the fish shaped door knockers and weather vanes to the guy walking down the High Street talking rather loudly to a friend about the fishing at Chew and Blagdon. It certainly does pack heavy credentials when it comes to talking about it as a fishing town.
So, it feels almost spring like, I am sorting the grayling bugs and I might even get a chance to use them.
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