Apparently, a cold snap is imminent and worried that fly hatches will dry up as a result, I sneaked onto the Eden for a quick fling. Already a brisk northerly made it’s presence felt, cold enough to form a dewdrop on my snout! Fewer flies cared to hatch too when admittedly there was a fair bit of scratching around at first. Yet, shortly after 2pm a sparse flurry of Blue-wings braved the chill. Thankfully, grayling were onto to them like a shot, giving me a good hour or so of rising fish.
~Another grayling succumbs to a sider, this time though it’s a Black Magic fished as a sweeper on the top dropper that did the trick~