An All Too Brief Visit

I had a Somerset engagement lined up at the weekend, but I couldn't resist the chance of hooking up with other friends who had booked in for a couple of days on the Wye. So, I took a bit of a detour and ended up in the heart of the Wye valley for a brief session before heading off down to the West Country.

It was nice to be greeted by an altogether friendlier river that was 10-12ft down on my last visit. Being fickle, a bit more colour wouldn't have done any harm on this occasion, but I wasn't going to complain.

Ever since my first visit a couple of years ago, the Wye has totally grabbed me. It's just a stunning place to visit whether the fish are biting or not. On this occasion, it was more struggles for all of us during the few hours I was there. The timing wasn't the best, as the best of the morning had passed and then it's often late evening into dusk and beyond before things pick up again. We all need an excuse!

I managed just a single Barbel of 6lb 12oz.





There's always next month...