Anyway venturing forth the river looked in spanking form and it has at last cleared. Can’t say I was in spanking form . I was told by the one fellow member fishing when he saw me he said I was looking like a charity shop bundle that had gone fishing . Harsh words coming from the Simms breathable clad figure . I examined my attire working from the top down, a imitation fur hat with yogi bear style ears cut a racy look . My aging wading jacket which was struggling manfully to contain the multiple layers of pullovers atop my thermals . All set of by my trusty ocean pvc chest waders . I gave up on neoprenes years ago , as on a couple of past occasions I came close to full cardiac arrest trying to get out of my previous pair. The oceans are what you would call a comfy fit. With sufficient room around the rear to give a passable imitation of an elderly African elephant. Anyway perhaps not the most stylish outfit but very practical.
As my style critic strode of down the bank I entered the water in the only way that was proper . Sliding gracefully down the muddy bank on my arse . A manoeuvre that is possible with indestructible PVC wrapped around you.The waters coldness hidden from my legs by the long socks , long johns , thermal suit and pvc . The day was clear , crisp and the water at a good level. Apart from my style critic I shared the river with good numbers of dippers and one heron that flapped noisily away as I approached . As for the fishing In the end my tally was two to hand and one released at distance and another couple scared . In the end a fine way to start the new year, just not the most stylish.