That 'Ol Feeling

That feeling being the melancholy of late summer. Next to no fishing, just a few small bass and a handful of big reservoir roach.

 Weather here throughout August has been great though, with barely a drop of rain. It's been bloody lovely. Plenty of walking, running, biking and outdoorsy stuff, fishing can wait until autumn. Well, next week actually.

Some cracking balmy evenings recently, with the combines working the fields. These photos taken along the Stour estuary between Bradfield and Wrabness.

This Sunday doing a local race, followed by Italian food.  It's the way it works,  I bribe my body, then reward it.

Those nights are drawing in now. I dooon't loike it.

Toodle pip.