Had a walk up Dovedale with the dog this morning. When I arrived at the car park, mine was the only car there. I couldn't get my coat and gloves on fast enough because it was so cold and if I had brought my rod with me, I'm afraid I would have given it a miss.
As I got further up towards Ilam Rock though, the sun was getting into the valley, and fishing would have been much more comfortable.
The river is running a couple of centimetres up and very clear. I saw the odd fish move but most were hiding away.
As I neared the end of my walk, I saw a really dodgy looking angler and thought I'd better steer clear of him. As I walked back towards the car, I could hear him shouting obscenities at me, in a very broad, potteries accent.
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