A film series introduced by Bernard Venables

Leslie Brewer on a Dorset lake in June

A soft swathe of mist over the completely still waters just after dawn. And for the waiting angler somewhere out in that blank expanse of water there is a great carp. It may at this moment be cautiously inspecting the bait with its sensitive barbules, going round it, smelling it, making up its mind whether or not to take it. And the only sign is that fold of silver paper over the slack of the line. Wham! The peace of the lake is shattered, the water disturbed, and the reel shrieks as the carp, the hook in its mouth, makes the first run-sometimes 100 to 150 yards.
(Colour)