Dog days?

I really fear for our watercourses at the moment, it's like John Creasy's The Drought. Found some water in my beloved river  between three mills, and as well as a nest of tiny gudgeon and some small but immaculate "big" shouldered roach I had a couple of fish that needed a net.

This perch came from a bridge that was playing host venue to the World's Pooh Stick competition and was a good stretch for the 3m landing net pole. "What lovely red fins". Someone had been watching Mortimer and Whitehouse Go Fishing.

Up above the middle mill for the last hour and plenty of dace and just one of what I was looking for.

And, given that calling out someone to open a gate on a Bank Holiday Monday might incur double time said gate was opened at 7.30pm (this being Saturday) and probably leading to a near dry out.

Nice with water in for sure.

Somewhere with less and less water is Golden Pond so it's making the most of what might not be there soon. Price of an extra 1000 homes?

 Glowing  tench as the light shone through the gill cover. My eyes were sweating it was so hot.

 A battle scared old friend that had travelled from it's usual haunt at the dam end.

And a pair of fresh (er)  young things as the sun dipped behind the treeline.