Highland Fling
After another week of jury service (two more trials), we finally got away for our week in the Scottish Highlands. Talk about contrast. One day I am sitting on the X39 bus between Bath and Bristol and the next I am walking with my daughter Gemma up in the mountains to a special valley called Coire Lair. Stunning.
On the fishing front, I've tried to catch a salmon without much success. I hooked and lost a smallish sea trout on Sunday and an absolute monster followed my fly yesterday. I have caught several small finnock - 0.5lb of iridescent blue/green and silver as well as a bunch of small brown trout.
It can be eerie standing waist deep in water surrounded by such lofty mountain grandeur. The spooky honks of rutting deer echo across the polished surface of the loch. A salmon leaps just a few feet away making me jump. Beauty and wilderness.