48 DOVE DALE REVISITED 



Fishing Gazette," for some purposes of his 

 own, asked me to send him a Dove grayling of 

 a pound or upwards. I tried all I could to get 

 one, but I failed to catch one big enough. Our 

 good Master came to the rescue. He hurried 

 off down to the river, and soon returned with a 

 lovely grayling, weight i Ib. 3 oz., which he 

 was good enough to present to me, and it was 

 immediately despatched to Mr. Editor. 



On Saturday, October nth, I was obliged 

 reluctantly to say farewell to "The Izaak Walton" 

 and Dove Dale. I conclude this sketch by a 

 brief retrospect of my visit. I had been there 

 for about ten days. My foreboding about the 

 weather has been amply justified. It has been 

 bad for angling, bad for cycling, bad for touring, 

 and in spite of it all I have during my visit re- 

 vived so many pleasant associations with the 

 past, and have found so much enjoyment in the 

 present; I have been treated with so much 

 kindness and attention by mine host and hostess, 

 and by all with whom I have been brought in 

 contact, that I must always regard this visit as 

 one which will dwell in my memory as a very 

 agreeable episode in my life. 



It should be borne in mind that this, like all 



