Perseverance payed off in the end as we began to catch a few, thank God! many rods blanked today, even the maggot drowners (ah ah) but not Abbot and Costello - no way. We kept plodding on inbetween brews and even got intimate while cuddling together, locking arms during some dodgy wading across the river, definitely no kissing as Roger didn't fancy it (I did ask though).
Driving home with the smell of grayling on your hands = a good day in my book and considering the effort needed and the difficulty to catch today, we both fared pretty well. No doubt we'll canoodle some more in summer when I suspect the angling might be a touch easier as well.