Hardly an old trout

There's a handy little loop under a bridge where I walk Flossie. It's deep enough not to flood my wellies but also deep enough to float her, for cleaning purposes only, too many eyes to hold the little sod under. :-))
There's a group of five or six brownies living there, escapees from the dam about 10 metres upstream. While I listen to the river, these beauties keep my mind amused with their little battles for the best feeding station.