IN ALL THE TIME I've lived here, I think that this morning is the first time that I've seen anyone fishing in the Calder. An angler in waders has just caught a silvery fish - a roach perhaps - in the shallows below the weir. He unhooks it carefully and transfers it to his keep net.
One hundred and fifty years ago the Calder was still a salmon river. I wonder if they will ever leap again over this weir.
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