I’m told I was shouting in my sleep this morning again: “Sex on wheels” and then “I hate myself”. But spring is here, and Sean took a photograph to prove it.
This was meant to be a trouty water, but despite a huge hatch of small, speckle-wing sedges, there was only one trout rising, in a position where it was simply impossible to reach him in the savage wind. The picture does not show that what I’m landing is in fact the biggest chub I’ve ever caught, somewhere between 3.5 and 4 pounds.
Still, I saw a family of deer, a blue jay, a New Forest pony suckling, and a buzzard wheeling so low I could count the individual pinions extended at its wingtips. Sean found a jack pike so lethargic he could poke it with his rod; and saw another seizing a small fish from the surface with such a splash I thought a duck had landed. I think I know what I’ll be doing on Thursday afternoon.
I sent the picture off to the Oxford Union who wanted a publicity picture for a debate I’m doing there on May 8th. Something tells me they’ll use another one instead.