At last Glen decided to hold onto one long enough for me to get the picture and I suspect although not his biggest, he was happy enough and its written all over his face. The temp dropped quite dramatically for a summers night resulting in nothing moving until Glen spotted a small rise on the tail of a pool. Needless to say he had to have a go and landed a nice grayling which he'd zoomed in on, and thoroughly deserved.
On reflection I think Glens spent to much time with Dave Wood, hes beginning to suffer with the shakes badly after sharing Dave's whiskey a little too often - naughty boy. One unmissable fact is this kid learns fast and has the instinct needed to be a dedicated efficient fly angler, mind you what would I know. We fished until dark around the bridge area but with no success and being deep we held hands as we waded our way back out, hopefully nobody spotted us. We both shook hands and drove off in different directions, but not for long I suspect.