The poplars in particular are dropping their leaves and fungi are appearing. We would have had harvest moons back in the day, turned orange by the stubble fires. I really must turn my attention to running water or at least a couple more cracks at the bass now I am an instant expert..hah. However, I had flat bed feeder business to attend to. Last bream trip saw just a pair of foul hooked fish as they milled about like dustbin lids round the feed so I was determined to nail a few fair and square on short links. Plus the fallen poplar and sycamore leaves blowing blown about on the surface and drifting just underneath would make waggler fishing a nightmare.
In the Royal Box then, and soaking up the late sun presenting yellow peril wafters and nearly end of their shelf life Source minis which mostly were crumbled into the feeder mix. Just nice to see the bobbins dance and hear the bait runners fizz. The first victim of the yellow peril was this feisty in-betweener, which fooled me as the method feeder was wrapped round the pec but it was hooked fair and square in its gob as were it's later companions.