Work had done me in. I had an hour to put things right. Half of which would be in the car. But half would be on the bank. Which seemed OK with me.
Dead simple, roll a bunch of worms around the mill pool which only had two indolents (four short of a rule of six gathering) basking briefly on the weir sill and to their credit they made for dry land once I parked my sorry arse on the old tank trap concrete block.
Lots of plucks and taps, and the occasional pull round and a string of bright bristling perch were swung to hand/netted and one rescued from the jaws of a pike.