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Ronan's report

It's blowing a gale here again. Last week we had 100mph winds in some parts. Luckily all I had to deal with was some loose flying guttering and roof tiles. I think we're fairly well battened down now – but this wind is getting in the way of the fishing.

In between gusts I did get out and managed a few trout from the river. But the best thing was, whilst taking a new short cut across country, I found a new place to fish. It's a small compensation reservoir tucked away in a dip between hills. I stopped the car – about half a mile from the water – wound down the windows and watched. In a couple of minutes I saw three fish rise. Yes!

I've made a few enquiries, and I can fish it for a few quid a day. So now I'm sitting here typing this, listening to the booming and howling of the wind around the chimneys, and the rain rattling against the windows; imagining the calm of a summer's day and the steady head and tailing, only thirty feet out, of small brownies, towards my fly.

Sometimes imagining things is nearly as good as being there:

THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

WB Yeats, 1890.

Yep, I can definitely hear lake water lapping!

Will

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