Slurp, suck, slurp.  I'm standing on the bank of the Tarn with Mike H on an evening blessed with photographers light and the most noticeable sound is that of rainbow trout busy feeding on a fly hatch.  There are literally dozens of rises, some just a gentle sipping of a fly in the surface film like duchesses at a royal tea party.  Others are violent snatches like lower orders at a bun fight, but it's an incredible sight on a magical evening.  Mike, myself and David went up there to look at a few carpentry job that are long overdue attending to.  We agreed to dismantle the memorial bench by the hut and take it down to David's workshop in Settle where he will refettle it.  Also being attended to is the boathouse door which is binding on the doorpost.  David was reminiscing about building the hut back in the 60's, replacing the old boathouse with something that members' wives could sit in and read whilst their spouses played games with the Tarn's resident brown trout.

By coincidence my neighbour gave me a copy of a photo of the Tarn which must have been taken a good few years ago as it shows a small boathouse and a number of stillages around the southern rim of the water.  Can anyone date this?



The Association has now been accepted as a member of the Riverfly Partnership and you can visit their website at www.riverflies.org
When you get to the site just navigate to 'anglers, monitoring initiative' then look for the link to 'NW Central'.  I have asked for the entry to be moved to 'Yorkshire' so it may well appear there in due course.

So far it's not a bad morning.  I was anticipating far worse with a forecast of heavy rain and gales, but looks fair at present despite the heavy rain in the night which has brought the river back into spate.

Ian