Eight rods on fourteen kilometres. You will see more herons than people, and the only queue is behind the coffee pot at five a.m.
Rotate daily. Your beat is yours alone from breakfast to dark.
The river goes quiet,
then the water moves.
Set. Breathe. Let it run.
Eight rooms, waders drying by the boot room stove, and a kitchen that plates whatever the garden and the smokehouse allow. Dinner is at eight because the rise is at nine.
| Season | Water | Rods | Log note |
|---|---|---|---|
| Apr – May | High, pushing. Big fish moving. | From 410 / night | STREAMERS, DEEP |
| Jun – Aug | The glory months. Dry fly all day. | From 520 / night | OLIVES, SEDGE, TERRESTRIALS |
| Sep – Oct | Low, clear, honest. The hard PhD water. | From 440 / night | MIDGE #24, LONG LEADERS |
| Whole lodge | Eight rods, your party, the river. | On request | BRING NOBODY LOUD |