A YORKSHIRE BECK 35 



where the day before I had decided that I was on the 

 wrong side of the beck, and got across with great 

 labour, only to find that the other side was even more 

 wrong. A high hedge seemed to have grown up in 

 the night, and I could not see the water at all ! After 

 that I went home a mild way of describing the 

 return, which involved climbing, creeping, slipping, 

 falling, and rending of garments. Incidentally I 

 knocked down a loose stone wall, or a considerable 

 part of it, and was nearly buried in the debris. There 

 are those who say that fishing is a tame proceeding ! 

 But it was a delightful day notwithstanding, and I 

 found on arrival that I had caught no fewer than a 

 dozen. My first two days on Ghyll Beck produced 

 one trout, the next two twenty, so I feel that the score 

 is settled. 



