I know it is a bit unorthodox but as it was 16th June, a date I always try to celebrate, and Sandy and I were travelling from lunchtime to manchester to see Little Steven and the Disciples of Soul (which were great), the only opportunity I had to fish was an hour or two on the River Torridge. There was little showing except a plump little brownie which I quickly caught on a dry parachute fly. This was my first trip on the Torridge this year and I really mustn't leave it too long before I go again.
