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village of Wensley, one of the prettiest in the valley, with 

 a fine old church of the time of Henry the Third. At 

 this church I was married, quite twenty years ago, so that 

 it must be evident that I was here somewhat successful 

 as a fisherman, in more ways than one, and that the trout 

 and river were not the only sources of attraction to me. 

 Passing along from Wensley Bridge through Bolton Wood 

 and Park we leave, on our left, a portion of the river strictly 

 preserved by Lord Bolton for his brother, the Rev. Thos. 

 Orde Poulett, Rector of Wensley, who is a very good 

 fisherman and kills heavy baskets with the May-fly. 

 While here it is well to have a look at Bolton Hall, the 

 seat of the Bolton family ; and afterwards push along the 

 river-side to Redmire Falls, a most delightful spot for the 

 fisherman, as he looks round and realises the full beauty 

 of the Falls with the towering wooded bank. On the 

 north bank is the picturesque hamlet of Redmire ; and on 

 the south, away from the river, is West Witton, another 

 interesting village. It was here, just above Redmire Fall, 

 more than twenty years ago, that I first met the celebrated 

 Wensleydale fisherman, Peter Percival. Mr. Dent and 

 I had been flogging away for some time, when we came 

 up to Peter sitting waiting for the flies to come on the 

 water. He smiled at our efforts, and said in his dry 

 way, " It's na use ; ye ma as weal thra yer hats in. Wait 

 a bit, they'll rise in about an hour." After resting and 

 refreshing from our flasks, we began fishing again, and 

 fished through Thorsby to Burton beck foot. I noted 

 well the style of this learned man of the rod (for I found 

 he knew where the fish lay) landing a fine trout here, and 



