This dramatically weather-hewn willow caught the eye so comprehensively that all the sheets of film were quickly used up in a frenzy of setting up the camera and tripod making an exposure then moving the whole lot to another location near this astonishing sight and another and another and so on and then, as if by magic, all the film was gone.
Henry was relieved as all was repacked away and we could move on. Naturally we had to go and have a little look down at the Derwent. Here was what must be destined to be a popular pool for the lucky new members of the Rowsley section of the Peacock Fly Fishing Club, the length immediately down river of the Junction Pool. The ground had some very healthy looking clumps of snowdrops dotted about it. River silts from the regular floods must be exactly what snowdrops like because these specimens were perfect in every respect and looked simply lovely.
You will all know the old saying, "The things you see when you don't have your gun!"
Oh why had all the film gone? Why not even one sheet left (preferably colour)? Never mind. The little Olympus was in the trouser pocket and a couple of digital snaps were made. Here's one of them.
|Snowdrops 'neath the Junction Pool|
Then on a piece of weathered wood what was that crawling along? By Gum! A February Red making the most of the sunshine after all the rain we have had in recent weeks. A quick snap and here it is.
Guess who has made a note of its whereabouts...
Maybe trout and blogger will get acquainted some time early in the season?
I'd say there was a very good chance, if some tardy February Reds are still around come All Fool's Day.