I've felt pretty lucky ever since grayling started appearing in the lower Derwent and who wouldn't if they had the best looking fish in the river just fifteen minutes from their door? However, I came across a piece of information recently that potentially brought them even closer to home. During a chance conversation in the tackle shop one of the staff members mentioned that grayling were being caught in the River Trent downstream of Beeston weir. As it had clearly piqued my interest I was beckoned around the counter and shown a picture of a netful of grayling caught in January of this year and although it was difficult to say how big they were they all looked like young, mint fish. Now Beeston weir is less than two miles as the crow flies from my house, so this definitely needed following up. Back home I got the laptop out and started Googling.
Bumped the next one but then added several more better, pristine specimens over the next hour before the swim died. Had a wander further downstream and found what looked to be a couple of perfect looking spots, but after half an hour in each I failed to attract a single bite.
Therefore headed back to where I had started hoping that I'd given the swim enough of a rest and managed two more, quick fish before it died once more. Had run out of time again anyway, so made the slog back along the river and up the hill. Had done my 10,000 steps for the day when I got to the car and was feeling pretty knackered, but very satisfied. Whilst I won't be giving up my Dove and Derwent tickets just yet, it was brilliant to confirm that grayling are present even closer to my door and apparently doing well, presumably also having colonised the seven miles or so of river from the Derwent confluence. Definitely worth a return trip!