NBSDB quest continues

Time and weather have not been kind this week, but the rod and big green bucket did get slung in the back of the Charabanc once this week. The river was up, of course but I thought a  far bank run might be ok on the recce  on the way to the thing I had to do. And yes, a Norfolk Bog Shed Door Blue rope swing was spotted. But not the one I was looking for.

Unfortunately on the way back a White Van Man had had the same idea. What now? The Farm Pond was on the way back, and though the trotting rod and a few maggots weren't ideal why not? The small pond looked dour, but one spot had been fished recently. A change in wind direction and a few rises and then bites. As I half expected small but gorgeous rudd. Not ravenous hordes of them. Which is half a blessing. The far bank was high with plenty of scrub in the water and when ever a pheasant or magpie  flew off some heavier splashing could be heard and occasional bubbles so hints of more and better and as I packed in a couple of better swirls. Not perhaps a drive to, but a drive past with  a few pellets to see if anything could be enticed to betray it's presence for future reference