He talked of the otters that are now so common and where the badgers crossed the river. We talked of Brown trout and Grayling and how the river had changed . He told me of the water boards "improvements" half a century ago that raped the river beds and destroyed the banks, something that astonished me as I had considered that this river alone among the ones I fish must surely have remained untouched in all the centuries since the vikings came ashore and gave names to all the local rivers and villages . I guess it just gives further proof that left alone nature can do pretty well on its own.
My evening fishing was perfection, kingfishers buzzed me and swifts screeched. Columns of mayfly spun their magic. Casts were straight and fish rose. The evening blessed me with 8 or 9 fish all various sizes of perfection. Cocooned between the deep banks and wrapped in the clear water for just a short time, like the river. I became a part of the whole.