That was the month
that was: May
Wettest. Coldest. Frostiest. If you are of a certain age you
might just now shout, it’s a record breaker! Maybe it is my fault. After a
dry April I sort of wished for a dampish start to May. Just a little water
will help, I said to myself. To say my wish was granted by the bucketful
slightly understates how wet May was. I see in some places it was three
times the average.
In truth, the rain should not greatly retard the cadence of
the hatch season, but the cold certainly did, aided and abetted by regular
N/NE winds. Just as a for instance the yellow Flag irises which normally
bloom in early May are only this week popping their heads out and even
then, in a half-hearted sort of way.
So, putting all that together it was no great surprise when
the Mayfly didn’t arrive when expected. On the Itchen it was just starting
this year around the time that it ended last year, and I sat here at The
Mill last night looking at a full-on hatch at 8pm which, in terms of sheer
numbers, is unusual for June.
It was truly brutal in those middle two weeks of May.
Miserable weather. Sometimes dirty rivers. Mayfly hatches which at best
were sporadic. It has eventually come good as the weather turned but Mother
Nature, as is her wont, has made fools of us as ever.
Well done to Andrew Probin who wins the May Feedback Draw
having fished The Parsonage in the teeth of the aforementioned appalling weather.
A bottle of Daddy Long-Legs champagne is in the post to ease the pain.
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