5 October 2014 News/Editorial
Allelujah…..put away the meteorological crystal balls, lay off the rainmaker or put him on a zero hours contract, stop obsessing about every minute change in the 7 day forecast which just might have presaged the collapse of that infuriatingly dogged September Azores high …...for we have had a flood, a proper one, the first since February, and, if am not mistaken, another is on the way.
Like uncorking a shaken bottle of Krug, the low pressures, held at bay and frustrated by inaction, are bursting on us and queuing up in the Atlantic, like buses at rush hour on the Cromwell Road (that’s in London, quite near Westminster, if I am allowed to mention that unmentionable word any more this side of the Border).
If you were watching the Ryder Cup, the singles on the Sunday, in the top match, pivotal, where the young gun American, Jordan Spieth, was 3 up at the turn against Ireland’s Graeme McDowell; the latter was hanging in, no more…. until suddenly the momentum shifted, McDowell holed a long putt, Spieth missed one shorter and that was it; an hour later McDowell was up, he had his young opponent by the throat, and he never let up.
So it is, here this week. The momentum has shifted, proper big water autumn fishing as it should be has begun, late but maybe not too late.
Put away those girly floating lines and no 10 and 12 flies, prepare to fight off the turbulence of autumn in all its forms, with a 15 ft rod, a wetcell 2, 20lb nylon and a large bright fly...or at least until it calms down again.
Will there be any fish in meaningful numbers?
Who knows, but the anticipation is good, and we will know more by next week as results come in.
Until then, game on...or as cricket’s Bumble would say, “start the car”.
Allelujah!
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