On Shorter Days
When I awoke ( not sure I was really sleeping) on Sunday round 07:30 the trees were giving it “laldie” being disturbed by gusty winds. Nymphing for Grayling requires good line control and having the wind bow the delicate line ‘twixt rod tip and water is no good to man nor beast. I wasn’t going to drive 130 miles round trip to be defeated by the weather. Nope, I chose early capitulation and went back to bed for a few hours!
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