SHADOWS AND LIGHT
John Aston
There’s a kind of melancholia running through autumn grayling fishing.
The days are too short and those prematurely black evenings don’t lighten
the mood. You know there is the inevitable cold downward slide to
midwinter. But there’s a kind of hope too, not just for the short — but
intense sessions to come but also for the rebirth of the river in a few short
month’s time. The anticipation of a bright April morning, sun on your back
and the smell of wild garlic on the wind — it’s a good feeling. So you look f
orward to that day and on the day itself you know you’ll look forward to the
six months of indulgence to come ...
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