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 !
Sorry about the hat.
Not long after that, as we stood chatting, sharing out mutual loathing of Manchester United FC , Chris was away again, which resulted in a cracking, beautifully conditioned fish 10lb 2oz.
We packed in as the temperature dropped and went our separate ways.
Lovely social session and a great way to end the trip.
Lucky again with the weather, good company and with the best four barbel going a total of 44lb 2oz, excellent fishing.
Good stuff! Might get my barbel mojo back one day.
ReplyDeleteWish I had a river with barbel in near me. Its three hours plus for me to be in with a decent chance of a fish or two.
DeleteThat hat gets worse and worse. Bring it on Wednesday.
ReplyDeleteYou've done well on the barbel front shame you have to travel so far. Give me a nudge if you go again might join you. Never fished the trent !!
ReplyDeleteIt is a long way Mick, but when you've got a fire in yer belly you've got to do it.
DeleteYeah, I'll let you know when I go next, cheers.