Top end Bellart beat

Ecologically speaking coming home empty handed from a long trek on the Bellart is a win for the planet. I start out saying to myself that it’s just a bit if fun, beautiful to be by the water, that catching a fish would almost be an embarrassment. Three hours in and if I could wish a fish into my line I feel the planet could probably take the hit just for the weird satisfaction it would give me.

It was not to be. I had a grand time but by the end of the day the hummocky ground, the adverse wind, the falling and ever-clearer water had drained the life spirit from me.