Blanking

 A cup of cheer to warm my cockles after doing battle with the leaf situation on the Western terrace.

It was  then gone two before I headed the Charabanc along BureBoy Villa's sweeping gravel drive, scattering forelock tugging baler twine belted retainers and out along the muddy lanes past  a frozen over Golden Pond and  a mist enveloped Roach Reach and then back over the river to Peacock Towers.  

My side of the bridge was not quite so picturesque and already in the gloom of the Poplar stand. Bank high, but fairly steady and the colour  slightly dropping out, boding well for midweek  if the cards fall right.

It's often otter spraint, not dog shit that you have to watch out for along here and today was no exception, right by where I'd plonked the low chair. Very dainty evisceration of  a nest of signals alongside the quite fresh turds. Very sweet smelling legend has it. I'll  have a retainer to test that out

 

I ran the Avon through a couple of times before changing over to a cage feeder with coarse crumbs and some crushed hemp, with small dendrobenas and two reds on  a #12 B560 spade end. The techie stuff often comes out when the piece needs padding.....  

The only three bites came right on dark, and were missed. But I did see a big brownie chasing roach or dace in the far bank eddy, it came out three times and  big enough for me to make plans to return with a small live bait. or two.