What I wanted to do was get the boy and wife in the car and head for the hills for a couple of hours – I could have a cast at trout in a burn and the family could watch at a respectable distance – no doubt impressed not only by my fish catching ability but with my incredible manliness as a hunter gatherer.
As it was the boy was not impressed at going into his car seat so the plan was changed to a walk along the canal – preparations were quickly made for urban pike on the fly action, or at least urban fly action as it turned out the water was so murky due to the previous two days rain that no respectable pike would even see my fly unless it landed on its head.
Still, a nice walk and cast is a nice walk and cast – it is pleasant watching the transition into spring – also I noticed some nice new bollards had been erected at a path that leads to the road – these bollards stop cars from being driven onto the canal walkway and then into the canal – if you look at the above picture you can see them on the right next to the graffitied electrical box.
On closer inspection I turns out they have been decorated with a rather nice fish – I wonder who designed and spent all the time coating the bollard.
It was nice casting the 8 weight again – it was only when I returned home that I thought I maybe should have tried a popper.
Oh well – there is always tomorrow!