Another girl, another planet

I thought about my former colleague Steve last night when we paused for a moment or two to watch a guy fly-fishing for grayling on the Wharfe. Steve would have loved this wonderful weather during the last week or so and would have been dashing frantically down to catch the last hour of light after work to fish his local stretch of the Derwent in Cromford. I hope they're rising for you up there old friend!