Fortunately the weather held for our trip up to the river Wye in Bakewell - although all forecasts had pre-empted heavy rain and strong winds throughout the day. This year we were also able to book a last minute slot for my grandad who had travelled down from Scotland to visit us (perhaps the predicted rain had put someone else off?!)
I found that sitting and waiting in a likely looking spot would eventually reveal a rise; and, although it was tough going, some patience and keeping a low profile usually resulted in success.
Midge and sedge patterns proved useful throughout the body of the day with large bulky flies paying dividends later on - as my dad discovered on the stretch through town in the last few hours of sunlight.
Here are a few snaps
A nicely marked wild rainbow for my dad
Golden bar running down to the pelvic fin
Simply a gem of a fish
A bruiser!