Early June. Got back from Cannes, very tired, lots of bickering and dying to go fishing. Maybe those mythic Mayfly are still about sending the fish stupid.
Arrive at the water. Express my enthusiasm to the Bailiff. I think he mutters 'stupid boy' to himself as he walks away, a bit like Captain Mannering in Dad's Army.
Didn't see anything all evening. Do mayflies really exist?