I decided to take a day’s leave today, and headed off down to our bit on the River Tweed for a spot of fly fishing. Got down there pretty sharpish, and was on the water and fishing before 8.00. Given all the rain we have had, the Tweed has been pretty full for weeks now, which means that salmon are well spread out over the entire river system, from Berwick-upon-Tweed all the way up to our stretch at Cardrona, about 5 miles below Peebles.
It wasn’t long before I hooked a nice salmon, and after several amateurish attempts to land the fish, I finally got her onto the bank and quickly removed the fly, then getting a quick snap before returning the fish…..this was a ‘hen’ fish around 10lbs, and we try and release all female salmon to ensure they can continue their upstream journey to finally spawn in the headwaters around Christmas time.
I tend to spend every Saturday down there now until the end of the fishing season on 30 November, making the most of the good fishing to be had, trying to ensure that the running schedule does not suffer…
Female (hen) salmon
Male (cock) salmon I caught the next day…! note difference in overall shape and in particular the head & lower jaw.
Running wise, Dunbar Running Club hosted a 25K members ‘run’ last Sunday, as part of the 25th anniversary of the Club this year. All runners donned the ‘new’ Dunbar retro vest, a copy of the original vest design when the club was first incorporated.
The 25K was a fairly testing route in the foothills just south of Dunbar, including the infamous Starvation Brae and followed by Doon Hill. I felt ‘ok’ up to about 13.5 miles, and ran most of the route with Susan as we both run about the same pace. She was obviously feeling good, and stormed off up Starvation Brae creating a a good gap between us……….and this was a sign of things to come. My pre-run calorie intake and hydration was clearly way off, as by 14 miles I was seriously flagging with the heat and nutrition/hydration issues, and struggling to even jog, and I had to stop at one point – the shame of it. I struggled on to Halhill to complete the 15.5 mile run and immediately needed to eat something – anything- to get some semblance of normality back. A banana did the job, then a pint of Tenants, and then it was off to the barbecue at Tyninghame to complete the day. A poor run.
Pics courtesy of Stuart HERE
Tuesday night’s club run was the polar opposite – again, with Susan, a good paced tempo 7 mile route up and around Spott and back to Dunbar. A decent enough Club interval session last night rounded things off which managed to persuade me that Sunday’s abysmal ending was a one-off and down to factors completely within my own control.
A longish run is planned for Sunday, then it is the Stirling 10k the following Sunday.