An enduring love.

One of those halcyon days today.
A lie-in in a tent when it's a sunny morning is impossible so I watched the dew get burnt off the grass with my brekkie and spent three hours watching trout rising and Dippers dipping and Swallows catching flies and Hafren being just beautiful.
After lunch I got my arse in gear and fished for a few hours, catching trout on both wet and dry flies - the sun so warm I could wade in just shorts and t-shirt.
This evening Mum, Dad, big-sis and I had tea together in the cottage and talked and talked.
Utterly bloody ace.