Ronan, Orla (Ronan's cousin, and probably a spelling mistake, but hey, what can you do?) and I dash off to find some flyfishing action. It's looking grim at one point because Ronan has three to my one. Of course we're not competitive and I like to see Ronan catch "loads of fish" as he puts it, just so long as he's not catching more. The same is great, in fact the same is the perfect day. But you still want to fish at your best and get equal shots.
So while Ronan's not looking I sneak in another five fish, including a couple of four pounders. One of Ronan's is a four pounder but he forgot to give me his camera before he fell asleep. So that's a pity.