Before the first ray of sun came up, Alan headed out into the dark, leaving the old trout, Ruth, at home having a lie-in. He met up with cameraman Steve Phillips, aiming to net some footage of salmon leaping. They arrived at the site, floundered their way across wet fields to the edge of a gorge. The descent into the gorge was as slippery as an eel but they arrived safely at the right plaice. The view of the raging torrent just feet below them was awesome, and not a sole in sight to spoil the scene. Being canny, Steve had gone first asking Alan to follow with the kit. Alan fell for this hook, line and sinker, not realising just how weighty it was. Would have broken the scales! They found themselves a handy perch and stood there for hours waiting for the salmon to leap, humming a little tuna to pass the time. It must have been raining cats-and-dogfish upstream as the water was so high. It would be nice to report they had a whale of a time, but sadly no salmon to be seen. It got colder. Alan regretted having such short hair and for once, wished he had a mullet to keep his head warm, while his fishfingers were frozen! They had the feeling that this was the one that got away, so they headed for home and guess what was waiting on the table for tea? Yes, you’ve guessed it: cod and chips!