The Mystery of Reggie Perrin and Stone Cold Steve Austin's Roses

And then it was done, The most challenging trout season on the chalk streams I have ever experienced. Child A 2.0 continues to thrive and I grimly predict that if matters progress as they have done during the past two summers, this river will be unfishable and possibly run dry periodically during his lifetime. Possibly mine if I maintain the sustained and determined consumption of red wine, tomatoes and dark chocolate that guarantee to extend life. It has started raining, We have had a lot in the past few days and Storm Stone Cold Steve Austen (didn't he grow roses?) promises much, but we need months of weather like this to restore normal order to these parts. Some of the spawning gravels remain dry, but trout will adapt in the coming months and find some spot to kick up a red. Waves of avian predators will undoubtedly make merry in the low water and I anticipate an increase in damaged fish during and after spawning. In arboreal news, has anyone seen any acorns? Conkers, yes, Beech…