The trout does not give a tinker's how the fly arrives at his front door. Nor does it matter to the fish whether the fly is sinking or floating, a cunning creation of feather and fur or simply a hook imbedded in a real stonefly nymph. It may, of course, matter to the stonefly nymph. It even gives me the willies if someone else says it to me. I am not a rich man.
Spring being what it is, a chap gets urges.
He feels something or other coursing through his veins. Jon Beer discusses the 'wet bits of the National Trust' and needs your help. The sun shone, fish were caught and we ended the day, like the Famous Five, tired but happy in the pub by the bridge where you buy tickets. Jon Beer 'praises the present'.