Dr, Dr, I have a terrible affliction. I can't pass water.... Well sir, you are of a certain age, I'll just snap on these examination gloves.. No Dr, you don't understand oh lummee wasn't expecting that, really Dr, I can't pass water without stopping to have a look or get the rods out..
You know how it is, half an hour to kill, the leaves turning brown, the smell of maggots in the air. I ran the 5AAA avon through a new glide, just pleased to take a break and it not to be raining. First trot and the float stutters and vanishes, a decent fish that I will swear wasn't a pike, just didn't feel like it, despite the hooklink parting just above the #16 spade end.
A swagger of small, vividly coloured perch and a couple of dace.