Went up to the River Taff for a couple of hours today. There was a bitter easterly wind blowing making it cold, cold fishing. Fished with Czech Nymphs for a couple of hours. Caught enough fish to make my hands felt like they where going to fall off. So I decided to head of home.

On the way back to the car I could see a small hatch of olives coming of with a couple of small Graying rising to them. Surprising given the arctic conditions.

Frank