We’ve been two days without a fire in the wood stove. Small shoots of grass are poking out amongst the brown thatching of last years growth. Patches of coarse grained, dirty snow can be found on north facing aspects, but otherwise the ground is bare and sodden.
I’ve been expecting fish to creep from their deep freestone pools in search of a meal for a couple of weeks now. Finally, a few have become more eager. With the longer days of a changing season and already changed clocks, opportunities begin to feel endless.