My green heaven.

For half an hour this was my absolute world.

When one gets into a stream below bank level one is immersed in that microclimate to the utter exclusion of everything else. I couldn't hear the A-road just thirty yards away, couldn't see my fishing companion not half that distance behind me and cared about nothing other than the fish downstream of me, the flow patterns of the water and how my fly would use the latter to tempt the former.

It worked; I got the cast just right caught a sprightly wild brown trout, put him back and climbed out of my little world into the real one.

Stillness.