A mutual friend made the arrangements. His pal Tim needed a new floating line in mahogany brown. The friend thought a few hours fishing wouldn't go amiss for Tim, I agreed.
So meeting on Monday at 18:00 ish (it is a work day after all) we trundled down to the river. I lent him a rod and a reel loaded with a brown weight forward line. The river is low, the fish are wary. Tim was to be introduced into the toe-to-toe, creeping, kneeling and sitting style that fishing the dry fly on here demands.
There was no major event in way of fly life. A few Blue Winged Olives were evident but there were sedge flies too.
Tim had on a Double Badger that seems to be just the thing for when the fish are NOT preoccupied on a particular food item.
So it proved. A splendid three hours were enjoyed by the pair of us as we fished our way upstream as a pair, taking turns at casting to the fish.