Rain, lovely lovely rain. Except when it sneaks up on you. Mustn't grumble though, I've banged on about it enough.
In the Royal Box just on 5 pm and only the waggler and corn over pellet for a change. The usual skimmers, hybrids and roach, all netters. Very entertaining. Then the big boys and girls moved in and pulled the string a bit. A perfect male that pushed the 2.6 Bayer Perlon bottom to the limit.
Doughty and dour resistance from these two bin lids. Both 6.03 as it happened, one a lot shorter and fatter than the other.
Pink livery on this one. Perhaps it's the after effects of troughing on all the Robin Red that's going in.
6.30 pm and it all got a bit gloomy. Very suddenly. Thunder bolts and lightning. Very very frightening. And rain of biblical proportions. Stair rods? Nelson's Columns more like. I have mountains of festering bream stinking mats, slings, nets and cradles to retrieve from under the bushes when it stops.....
Never a dull moment!
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