Our cottage and
base for a few days. Very nice indeed.
Bod- any excuse to
dress up in rubber.
few days spent with friends in a lovely part of the world- unfortunately the
Salmon didn't want to play ball, and all we had to show for three days of
concentrated fluff-chucking were a couple of half-pound Brown Trout.
at least our ghillie kept us amused. When one Salmon kept rising on one bend of
the river, he pointed out, after the third time, that it must be a female.
"How do you know
it must be a female?" we aksed
"Because it just
can't keep its bloody mouth shut boyo!"
was also an evening visit to a quaint pub for some food and a few glasses
of beer somewhere up in the hills. Every one of the patrons stopped
talking and drinking as we entered, and stared at us until we'd sat down
and got our beers. When we asked if there were any other options on the
menu than the Beef Wellington and Aubergine Tart advertised, the 'nice'
lady landlord informed us that there weren't and that's what we'd get and
we'd "just f***ing well like it". Always nice when the natives
are friendly. She then, somewhat bizarrely, produced a wooden cylinder
from behind the bar, put a plank across it, then balanced on it like a
seesaw while the rest of the locals clapped and cheered with joy. Oh what
fun. Still, after a few scoops of the local Bull Mastiff Ale, it all
seemed quite normal.
the Salmon played hard to get, the Trout were delicious when grilled with
a knob of butter, and anyway, the service back at the cottage was a good
Lady Pool on the River
- a lovely place.
fluff-chucking in a nice looking pool.