River Tweed

Second day fishing on the Tweed. Huge contrast to yesterday's weather - the wind blew a gale, the clouds never lifted and we were pelted with cold rain showers. But still - it beats work anyday.

The only part of my body that was exposed was my lips. Yesterday they had icicles forming on them and today they were wind blasted. Now, they feel like they are going to fall off.

Hats off to Andy who had never fished before, but stood in the river like the rest of us idiots, and he seemed to love it as much as we did. (Andy is the tiny dot on the right bank)

No fish again, I think they were too busy thinking about making fishy love.