Bugger off fishing I was told. So I did. Cold enough for the thermals but dry, and minimal wind, though when it did occasionally sneak up it was very mean spirited. Only a brief session and for the first time for a while up at the top of the syndicate stretch. Hard work searching the pool with double red maggot for any interest, and just the one bite, from this very spirited brownie, probably not quite a pound and three quarters as not very plump for it's length. Been recently got at too in the tail. Looked more like otter claws than pike teeth. A lucky survivor either way.