Posted on July 15 2010
“The moon rose big and fat and round to send a golden-red path across the lake as far as the boat. It hovered for an age just above the horizon, before finally climbing above the haze to shed a new light on the world. In the clear night it changed its hue; now it was no longer the marvellous giant blood orange it had been when it first appeared, but rather a great spotlight that cast crisp shadows behind me.”
John Shelley writes about trout fishing at night in The Mayo News.