I have lost count of the number of times I’ve fished the Upper Tweed and blanked. I think my success rate (in terms of even remotely ‘countable’ fish) must be 20% at best. I keep going back though as it’s a lovely place to spend a couple of hours. There’s a strange magnetic presence, something about the light and the hills and the profound quiet. I hope this short sequence captures something of a summer evening of blanking up there.
Note that the Vimeo compression is pretty severe, so click the video link to watch it on Vimeo in HD (a bit better but still nothing like what I see at home).