There seemed to be trout life under the water, but all I could see were gentle swirls - not the usual identifying trout 'plops'. I don't know how I saw this particular fish in the light/shade pool, but suddenly, there it was. And I saw how the ripples occurred - the fish were just opening their mouths to scoop the insects from the surface of the water, and did not need to jump. Now, as the daughter of a obsessed fly-fisherman, who spent her childhood traipsing along streams behind her dad, I have to reconcile the environmentalist in me (trout need to be removed because of the damage they cause) with the ingrained excitement of just seeing that fish . . .