Parr’s Diary – Rodless

  I walked among a small buzz of St Mark’s flies yesterday morning, hanging like charcoal-bodied sentinels, their long legs trailing like a ski-jumper in mid-flight. I’ve been told that their emergence  stirs the little brownies in the local streams into their first, reliable, rise of the season, and for the first time in 6 …

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