River Usk Salmon Fishing

Our cottage and base for a few days. Very nice indeed.

A few days spent with friends in a lovely part of the world- unfortunately the Salmon didn't want to play ball, and all we had to show for three days of concentrated fluff-chucking were a couple of half-pound Brown Trout.

But at least our ghillie kept us amused. When one Salmon kept rising on one bend of the river, he pointed out, after the third time, that it must be a female.

"How do you know it must be a female?" we aksed

"Because it just can't keep its bloody mouth shut boyo!"

Lady Pool on the River Usk- a lovely place.

Bod- any excuse to dress up in rubber.

There was also an evening visit to a quaint pub for some food and a few glasses of beer somewhere up in the hills. Every one of the patrons stopped talking and drinking as we entered, and stared at us until we'd sat down and got our beers. When we asked if there were any other options on the menu than the Beef Wellington and Aubergine Tart advertised, the 'nice' lady landlord informed us that there weren't and that's what we'd get and we'd "just f***ing well like it". Always nice when the natives are friendly. She then, somewhat bizarrely, produced a wooden cylinder from behind the bar, put a plank across it, then balanced on it like a seesaw while the rest of the locals clapped and cheered with joy. Oh what fun. Still, after a few scoops of the local Bull Mastiff Ale, it all seemed quite normal.

Although the Salmon played hard to get, the Trout were delicious when grilled with a little butter, and anyway, the service back at the cottage was a good deal friendlier.

Stewart fluff-chucking in a nice looking pool.

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