Headed off to the river to col down after some essential maintenance, all the mill pools were full of frolickers, school is out, work is out, sun is out. I can't see why people all congregate though. Perhaps it's because I'm an anti-social old bugger who has no real Fear Of Missing Out. Next time you go out to a place with a big car park or field, try parking as far away as you can from other cars, and preferably at a jaunty angle and see how long it takes for others to cross that empty space to park next to you. At a suitably jaunty angle. Which is how hats should always be worn.
My Dangling Indirect peaked hat, rakishly set as the jauntiest angle I could get offered some protection from the Flaming June sun but I was glad of the stand of poplars opposite to offer some decent shade.
The river was sluggish, and coloured from the frolicking upstream but I coaxed out a few prizes before I kicked my maggots down a large cow hoof shaped hole. Deep enough for me to have to hunt round for my brand new disgorger. I'd had some perch, a dace and a few gudgeon but mostly roach. Nothing nettable but all pretty enough to feature in a dream of jewelled fishes.
I and a dog walkeress had to be quite firm with a film crew doing some such to promote their canoe business. As they didn't live in the country they saw no need to shut field gates, or question whether driving round a pasture was ok.
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