Went up the salt marsh with Furry Chops to look for mullet as the tide flooded up the creeks. We didn't see hide nor hair of them, but a glorious morning unfolded all the same, with curlews crying out in the distance as the sun burned the cloud off.
I dropped the rod and rucksack, reached for the camera and immersed myself in the scene.
Mullet on the fly, now your talking!!
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