Now I have the pass and a reasonable weather forecast so the day is set. Arise early and walk dog, Then away towards the river only to be met with problem number 1 a market town along the way is the scene of a war time recreation celebration. many hundreds of of people in 1940s clothing and jeeps and trucks all decked out in 1940 kit. So wastes 30 mins getting through the choked town on route and then 20 miles further on they have a bridge out and theres a 15mile diversion hope this isnt a omen for the day ahead. Eventually arive at the river. First impressions are its worth the journey
|River Ure at Masham|
The Ure is much bigger than the streams and becks I usually fish, but that was part of the attraction.
The river combines long slow pools and some nice rapids and deep run offs . It looked delightful but a bit daunting for one who is used to be able pick out the fish holding areas at a glance on the smaller rivers. The trees are starting to show Autumn colours and the air has taken on the feel of Autumn. "Thin" is how my father always described Autumn air, I think I understand what he means. The river looks beautiful and is the colour of weak darjeeling. I had read about the tea colour the river shows and it is correct definately a darjeeling. Its a beautiful place I had only walked a 100m and had seen two kingfishers generally the river has a lovely quality although on first inspection there seems to be little weed growth and the wading looks interesting due to the nice smooth looking boulders that seem to be scarttered everwhere.
|Below the bridge at Masham|
|A river Ure Grayl;ing|