We are master in the art of self-convincing ourselves. The mayflies that were landing in the garden were prime material to build upon and the rear of my brain started phantasizing. Maybe there will be a good hatch and I have these new Baetis emerger patterns that I gotta try. And if no hatch, I have these brand new tied nymphs in several grammages, they'll surely do at any depth the fish may station. And maybe that place on the road it is not so visited anymore. And maybe the grayling are back.. Eventually, after lunch I find myself parking the car by the river.