Using my loaf (ish).

Rain forecast for Sunday afternoon so unusually I packed an umbrella and headed for the top of the top stretch and worked a 25grm cage feeder with liquid white and alternated flake and three reds. Bites but none hit. Found a few fish for the waggler another day. Didn't rain either.

Minging Monday saw me back on the Pastons stretch and I went trotted flake in the clear water. Bites , but I guessed they were small fish. Double reds proved it. Fish, but no challenge though I haven't had a dace for a while up here.

Hands getting painful, and  a nasty cold wet mizzle. Might as well try the glide before the charabanc.

Looking up the Pastons, the pop of the pollards providing colour in the bleakness.

Downstream was the glide looking as grim and dour as it felt.   

Fair pace, but a steady pace. Bite on reds and the next two trots produced these two beauties, before a massive tangle and freezing fingers forced me off to the charabanc, heater full on. I'll try again, a few yards up stream to get a longer trot in the slightly deeper scour. Small things can make a big difference.