On Monday we shook the dust of St. Ives from our feet and headed off down stream.
But I was thinking of other things, sixteenth of June, the coarse fishing close season on rivers was at an end. I had a destination in mind. There are some rather pleasant GOBA moorings by Ewell Fen with an adjacent reed bed and nearby water-lilies. I had spotted them on the way up and the timing worked out just right.
But the icing on the cake was yesterday afternoon, as I sat watching my float, I heard what I can only describe as a chittering noise coming from the edge of the reeds. There, no more than my fishing rods length from me, was an otter. We gazed at each other for a moment, it was obviously less impressed than I was because it quietly sank out of sight and I saw it no more. We saw one at Honeystreet on the K.&A. last year and now one yesterday. I don't care what other anglers say about them eating all the fish, I'd rather see an otter than catch a netfull of fish.
Moving towards Reach Lode tomorrow.
Watch this space...........