Bastrard wind, again

Last year, and this early chunk of Freedom Year have been dubbed low wind years. Not round here Buh. None of us like rain but the only good wind is a warm south westerly in late summer or autumn. I hate the bastard wind. Sunday would have big wind and rain so I braved the  hoolie up on roach straight.  Liquidised bread in a cage feeder  and flake on a size 10. To be honest I'd never have seen a roach bite on the 1 oz. tip I don't think but it was nice to get in to a bit of a rhythm with the feeder whilst for waiting for a possible dusk lull to get the trotting rod out

The lull was imperceptible but enough to spend half an hour trying different trotting depths with just one missed bite and affirmative stretched double red maggots at just off bottom depth. Perhaps I should have fished maggot not flake on the tip. Next time perhaps  though my spy by the mill is worried about the extent of the cormorant and otter presence, seen when walking out every day. I did see three of the black plague heading over, and otter tracks in every muddy indent to the reeds. However, like the millions of litres  of raw sewage being discharged by the water companies to preserve the shareholders profits and the culling of zander  at the behest of Canal and Rivers trust and whatever bycatch MEM pillage and sell on to fish merchants whilst doing their dirty work for them these is sod all we can do about it. Not while the Environment Agency continue to look the other way and fell miles of riparian habitat.