Well, Small Lode actually. On my rounds with a swift stone throw detour (i.e: one bank of the Well Creek to the other) to return some gift giving pulled the charabanc over to see if the light was just about good enough. I'd planned a very brief dangle but the night's worth of rain with more forecast meant the 5-15grm 8 footer stayed tucked up nice and warm indoors. This chap was certainly struggling in the wind, in lulls his float stayed still enough to register a bite, with several small perch and a skimmer or two. No roach. We wondered of liquidised white and punch might have tempted one or two. Didn't think he was one to value a pike or a zed so didn't ask about those. Looks like he's gone on to the inside line whilst he has a rollie. Probably easier than the full 13 m.
Some interesting frontages.
And this must surely be a front for something what with that name and all that CCTV. Gets kinda lonely out there on those desolate Fens I'd wager. I can here Steve the Outwell Skeleton's bones jangling now.
You know it s rural when the discard is broccoli stalks.
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