We were walking along by the clear and sparkling waters of the Dee last week when I spotted some men in waders standing in the middle of the river.
When I asked Gail what they were doing she said they were fly fishing for salmon. Or at least attempting to. It appears that one man was giving the other a lesson, but the novice didn't seem to have mastered the technique.
I thought maybe they needed some top tips from a terrier and set off to offer my assistance, but then thought better of it. Gail says in over twenty years of walking along the river bank she's never once seen a fishermen catch a single salmon, although there's apparently no shortage of folk happy to pay many £££s for the privilege of standing in the cold water all day, living in hope.
So I returned to the river bank, trotted along a short distance and then posed nicely for my new header picture in lieu of going fishing.
It is a more reliable way of ensuring delicious snacks come my way.
