tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558987905791642824.post407082469067014674..comments2023-11-15T08:47:20.471+00:00Comments on From the banks of the Wye: The Year So FarDave Burrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08259482046178828401noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558987905791642824.post-63550491712695656952017-03-07T21:21:15.042+00:002017-03-07T21:21:15.042+00:00And I yearn for smaller, intimate rivers just to m...And I yearn for smaller, intimate rivers just to male a change. Daft ennit. I knew it would happen one day, I'm never satisfied I guess. Must be my feminine side :o)<br /><br />It'll pass soon enough. I'm mad for a carp or two today but that'll wane and I'll go chase something else..... somewhere. There's always a rainbow to follow.Dave Burrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08259482046178828401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8558987905791642824.post-63665735667442090272017-03-07T19:33:29.642+00:002017-03-07T19:33:29.642+00:00Dave,
It's funny, I would love to have your s...Dave,<br /><br />It's funny, I would love to have your stretch of water on my doorstep as you do. And also live in your little Hamlet. The Red Lion for a pint etc.<br /><br />But then familiarity breeds well not contempt, but complacency? When we all used to come down and get together, going back to my smaller more intimate rivers seemed a massive anticlimax.<br /><br /><br />No Salmon running upstream, like those we saw down your way. I see and here many people bemoaning the fact of rivers in decline. It maybe just a cycle of a changing waterway. They all go through it. <br /> Monty Dalrymplehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07793157290306665840noreply@blogger.com