THE LUGG AT KINGSLAND 7 



have written has anything of bitterness in it, the 

 cause is sufficiently clear, for how can one write 

 cheerfully when one feels that one's precious 

 time is fleeing, and that we are helpless pris- 

 oners? Even the placid and genial and sore- 

 throated Professor is beginning to growl and 

 grumble. Our May Fly fishing, I fear, is over, 

 for by to-morrow the river will be in flood, and 

 on Saturday I return to the mill. 



I have already mentioned the fact that we 

 had taken two days off this water and gone higher 

 up. It was on Saturday, June 6th, that we ac- 

 cepted the invitation of the friend already men- 

 tioned, who had sent us a club member's ticket 

 to fish the Kingsland water. 



Accordingly, we arose betimes, walked a mile 

 and a half to the station, took train, and reached 

 our destination by ten o'clock. We fished from 

 that time till seven o'clock, and returned to 

 head-quarters by ten o'clock p.m., well tired. 

 That, in brief, is the story of our day out. To 

 expand a little, I may say that we were met at 

 the station by the courteous Mr. W. I was 

 glad to make his personal acquaintance. In 

 his pretty cottage he keeps all the requisites of 

 a fisherman. He has always on hand a large 

 stock of all the flies suitable for Herefordshire 

 streams, many of which are made by himself; 

 and not to be beaten in the matter of wings and 



