No nubiles to bring on

The best the Forbidden could offer up on the Nubiles front this time was this sedate postprandial trip from the best known eaterie/function venue on the river hereabouts, down to the next mill and back.

   

Yup, another quick stop- off after checking up on the Old. River quite sedate to match the crew and passengers above and a 3 or 4 metre  whip to hand would been perfect. The fish didn't really settle  (perhaps a pike or bigger perch about) so a quick burst then quiet again.  

Dace and chublets, interspersed with roach, perch and bleak.

Scouted out a few autumn spots on the Roadside, very handy for a posh pint. Regatta in this case .

Nice drive back listening to the two Hundred games on from Headingly, cracking games as confirmed by Teacher Son, walking back from the game in the gathering Leeds gloom. Museum/C&RT Son lived  almost opposite the ground a couple of house moves back.

 

Dibs n drabs

In a bit of a lull, doing bit of this and that but the Champion is flowing and summer is here. A quick hour on my river.

And a couple more on the Loafer's river  amongst the nubiles in SUP boards. Not really on getting the camera out in the circumstances so most of my quarry went back quick plus it was so hot my eyeballs were sweating. Chub, dace, roach and of course perch, all a few yards from the roar of the London bound traffic. Deep stretch.

A bit of flatbed flinging, right down to the last feeder full and a few more casts after.

And a few trips to the coast.

Swifts are still here and the harvest is mostly in. Toodle pip.