Swallows and house martins flitted over the fields, plucking insects from the late summer sky. The wind had died down and the threatening water had calmed. Unbelievably, conditions seemed to have slowly swung round in my favour … surely now a trout would take an interest in my fly.
Little did I know it was the calm before the storm.
Neil Harwood reports on a fly fishing trip to Cray Reservoir in the Brecon Beacons …