The third day, and the sky over to the west is a changing array of orange, red, and streaks of blue sky. The fish are more prolific than ever there’s not just signs of the surface being broken here and there, but occasional splashes, or bubbles, or a big circle in the water where most of them are small. As the sun rises a little higher there is steam coming off the river – a real autumn scene – for the first time this year. The sun rises through the mist, growing gradually brighter and bigger the sky immediately above is clear, the beginning of a bright day.
Winter weather is approaching much earlier than it did last year. The following morning there’s thick mist and it is cold. Before I leave a single swan comes swimming by, quite quickly, making grumpy noises. The river itself has risen a tiny bit, but looks like it needs some added strength, a minor flood really, to come into its own. Nevertheless, the longer I sit beside the river the more life that I notice: a few rooks flying overhead, plenty of fish hunting for insects, and a few song birds that I cannot see although I can hear them. It’s a grey, wet start to October, with the mornings struggling to become light.
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