I'm beginning to think the fish I have been trying to catch since the last blog are red and herring shaped.
However, I have had the place to myself with hares springing up from under my feet as I trek to the swims, curlews flying low overhead as I tuck myself away in the Himalayan balsam - and friendly rats scurrying around in the undergrowth at dusk.
They say "there's more to fishing than catching fish".
What a load of old tosh. I'm going somewhere else next time!