Check my Flies

I have just had an invitation to go fishing on Saturday. Some friends are stopping over for the weekend en-route home to Hampshire after their holiday to the Scottish Highlands.
So I have just been checking my flies to see that I have enough of the right imitations for this time of the year.
There is nothing like being out there with friends up to your navel in cold water trying to tempt a rising fish to your delicately cast fly, while the smoker is ready and the wine is chilling in the waters edge, aaaaah bliss.
Even if we draw a blank, just being there is enough, any fish will be a bonus.