Cold Paws

Purdey - our fishing friend.

Usually she runs around hunting out new smells when we are in the river, but every now and then she sits on the bank staring at you fishing, completely mesmerised by the swooshing of the lines and the splashing water.

Another cold but good day on a new beat, but still no fish. Snow still lying, but melting in the sun which felt almost spring-like.

Catch return : zero.