Following three days of harsh sunlight, things finally began to settle down. With fly hatching and fish rising we were back in business once more. Stephen Webster and I wrestled with a nasty downstream wind one morning to eventually connect with feeding fish, which were sat tight against the far bank. As evening drew close that niggling breeze dropped away, allowing us to target risers on smooth water at the tail of pools. Lyndsay Smith and Stephen Tinkler were frequently rewarded for the perseverance, these old-hands literally had to be dragged from the water, making us younger guys feel like positive lightweights.