Another Kirkby evening stroll. The heron was there, fishing in much the same spot as last time.
The water looked cool and inviting. I watched as fish jumped from the water to take flies. I felt sure that I would be able to see them swim away under the water, but I couldn’t. Just once I managed to follow the fish briefly, but it was soon lost against the background of rocks and pebbles.
Under Devil’s Bridge some lads were swimming. Very wise.