Midge and I (well the dog does actually make the key decisions in our establishment…) decided that the morning looked good for a wander along Hambledon Hill – of course we both got caught in the showers. Midge being slightly better protected than me…labrador coats seem to shed water better than fleeces. No matter.
What was intriguing though, and sight of sheer joy; was to see tiny fragments, of what looked to be sky, lift from the ground and dance into the air. the lower slope of chalk-downland was alive with Adonis blue butterflies. If ever there was a sight that gladdened the spirits then this was it. Fanatstic. The wonder of nature. Fragile toughness at its best. Off now to fish the Frome and Piddle – a nice’ish day for it.
I also could not resist this image taken by my dear friend and very noted coarse fisher Jan Porter at the Broadlands show – the title, I guess, should be: ” man eats fly line in utter, abject, 
frustration in the Test”
Jan suggested making sandwiches in future.
