Be The Jam

Thanks to Patrick who on reading that I needed to learn how to fish came out over to show me how I actually got to spend a bit of time outside this weekend rather than just sending emails. What a perfect time to do so, the weather was fantastic, spring is springing and all is calm and peaceful once away from the city. Sunday afternoon was spent ambling along rivers being insructed as to the best places to look for fish and their habits - be with the fish but not of the fish Luke. Once back to the woods I was glad to discover that I could still light a fire, for of late I have only been sleeping in the woods, and the kettle was put on for the statutary cup of tea. When I walked off to get some more wood I saw a Red Kite flying overhead coming in to roost on an old dead beach tree that stands an echoing reminder of it's previous life amongst the younger smaller trees that race to take the light it no longer uses. Red Kites are a truly graceful species but I have long ago stopped watching them intently as they are such a common site that the occasional view of them is sufficient to reasure me that everything is right with the world. It is a shame that I did not watch this one more closely but sometimes what is not seen has a greater impact than what is. I heard the noise of a large branch breaking coming from the direction of the beach tree and looked up in time to see both a branch falling to the ground and a Red Kite flying rapidly away from the tree in a manner that was far short of it's customary gracefulness.

Drat.

Got to go to work

Fishing part 2 tomorrow.