The river song is so sweet to our ears it’s like a whipser, as if the trout was sweet talking us, catch me, catch me.
How lucky are they to get out and be able to shoot a film when everyone is out, I mean the insects and the fish. What a joy to be by the river and to hear that sweet whisper, a whisper that seems to tell us catch me, catch me if you can. That is what our ears hear in the sound of the river. What would I give to be there, by the magic of this river, I want to feel the skin of the fish under my finhgers and see them wiggle back, head down, to the currents. This film is a bomb, a bomb of bliss. Let’s go to Lapland home of trout and mayflies.