Losing my fish!

I managed to grab my last few hours of pleasure today, before the dreaded 'W' word takes over for a few weeks (that's work by the way not wife). I was returning through Longnor on my way back from Castleton so ended up at Windy Arbour Bridge, beat 6 of the Peak Passport scheme on the Manifold. I thought I would explore the two pools immediately below the bridge. A bit of nettle bashing got me down to the stream to a point where I could cross in my wellies to the far bank. I set-up behind a tree enabling me to cast into the drop immediately after the ledge. I had already seen a rise as I approached so I knew that there was someone at home. I chose the same olive Klinkhammer that I had had previous success with. There was an almost instant take! Sadly, probably because I was so surprised, I missed it, and the next, but then, same wild brownie I doubt, gave my fly a great bash and swam straight towards me. In my attempt to keep the line tight I lifted my rode, fish jumped clear out of the water, spat out the fly, blew a raspberry at me and went home! I, we had caused so much commotion I didn't see the point is staying there so I went 50 yards further down stream.
I found this beautiful little pool which only required a little bit of tree climbing to get down to. My Klinks had got a bit grubby from a few tangles with weed and a few visits to trees so I changed to a LDO. I had not seen any movement in the pool but it was deep, airated and had some good fishy hiding places in undercut rocks and tree roots. Sadly, not a nibble, so I took five minutes out, sat on a dry bit of the ledge and just absorbed the sounds and smells of this stream. The natural sounds were broken by a cheery 'Good Morning' from a very well attired gentleman angler on his way lower down the beat. I didn't get his name but we chatted for a few moments then he was on his way to get some sport. I noticed later that he had a Ladfa sticker on his car.
I had no joy in this sweet pool so I climbed out and went back to the bridge pool in the hope that the little brownies may have settled down. I explored it all for 10 minutes before I had to accept defeat and go and pick up the kids from school.
Love the Streams,
March Brown.