I awoke to a distinctly nippy morning. Heavy dew, mist rising off the river and a cloud free sky.
Time for breakfast, a leisurely five minute walk along the lane to the cafe. Full English ? Small, medium or large sir ? I think you all know the answer to that.
It was as good as it looked.
Back at the van new hook lengths were tied, the tackle bag given a token tidy and I was ready to go. I had another smallish barbel of 4-5 lb in front of the campsite, taking it easy and lazing in the autumn sun, before moving downstream to meet up with Chris.
He had a tiny chub first cast on a large, rock hard boilie and even made me net it. Swing it in man !