Stout Cortez and a Beard of Bees

HO! (After Plum) Back on the river and the trout fishing season is now begun. Nothing to do with me, but the river is in good shape. Pristine gravels, plenty of fish, a few good hatches of hawthorn and verdant weed growth in places that I shall attend to next week. The hat is on three hairs, plus the lark’s on the wing the snail upon the thorn and for those of a religious bent, whichever god you worship, is in his heaven and if only in this corner of Hampshire, all is right with the world. Which seems decidedly upbeat considering the current state of world affairs, and also the god that I have worshipped for much of my time still mooching about this planet – Kenny Dalglish, is still very much with us and despite his great age may be worth considering for a place on the bench at the very least, given recent performances emanating from Anfield. Ed - maybe drop the Robert Browning analogy, stick to Plum but don’t drop Kenny. First week of the season has gone well, with most who have…