Happy New Year!
Just come across a rather fetching bottle of sherry, unopened I might add. God knows how old it is – probably undrinkable now but you’ve gotta love the name, the label and the free Bloody Butcher it came with!!
What’s the fly on the label, is it a Sherry Spinner?! Anyway, I wonder when I’ll next get onto the Wharfe to check that fly out? Because at the moment there is no point even contemplating it as the weather is dire. There are probably detailed articles appearing in magazines as we speak explaining how you can actually catch loads of Grayling using size 22 dry flies and 6ft #2 weight rods even when the river is the colour of milky tea and brimming over the bank up but frankly, fcuk that for a game of cards. I think I’ll wait or, as mentioned earlier, try get out for a day’s pike fishing on a stillwater somewhere. Or maybe I should just sit in Roundhay Park hurling abuse at passers by whilst necking the Sherry.