So, here I am. Sat in the bar of the Izaak Walton Hotel in Dovedale on something of a fly fishing pilgrimage. It’s one of those places I have read of in magazines but never thought I would find myself here in pursuit of my favourite fish, the Grayling.
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The bottom was VERY uneven and I was finding it a bit of a challenge with the sore feet, to be honest. It was then I was so glad I had my wading stick and life -preserver on as my next step nearly had me come a cropper. I edged forward feeling the depth for the bottom when the wading staff went right down! Unfortunately, I was kind of using it to keep my balance too and suddenly I was falling forward into what felt bottomless.
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You know when Winter is beginning when the Annan Grayling weekends kick off.
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Another wee trip down the Clyde Valley looking for Grayling, another bright sunny and a fair bit colder morning, another slightly dirty and lifted river.
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I arrived first, it had started a stunning day with horizon to horizon blue skies in the Forth Valley, with mist that was sure to burn off and the first signs of an early morning nip that heralds that inexorable downward slope towards winter, long nights and short days.
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