The Aquarium has been quiet of late so I figured its winter residents had moved back into the main river. I gave two swims a good searching with maggots under a stick float. Two missed bites in the second swim and the morning had gone. Popped over to the fleshpots of Wroxham to reccee for tomorrow, lined with likewise blanking anglers and cold to boot. That's torn it. Picked up a fresh pint of reds and headed off to the dace swim before the promised rain set in.
Bites from the first trot, all dace bar one chublet, most enjoyable. Not sure where to go tomorrow.
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