X marks the spot

Proper rain not due till later. I loaded up the charabanc and headed a quarter of the distance travelled yesterday up the third river valley in my locale. Diminutive in it's upper reaches, thus less likely to flood for long until nears it's bigger sister in the city limits and eventually to the chagrin of  'Careful Wilson' as  described in his Where to Fish in Norfolk and Suffolk takes over the bigger sister's mantle all the way to Breydon Water and the North Sea.

Chastened by my master class in incompetence yesterday I stopped off to pick up a 10' pellet waggler rod to use in tight spots  in future. The river was up but not boiling so plan A below the charming red brick bridge in the chubbier part of the small stretch with a lump of flake on a wide gape 6 and 2SSG on the link. Primed 3 spots with white gold, then  back to the first swim . Missed two pulls and one that didn't develop. Dropped down to this pearler of a swim. Go on, X marks the spot.

First drop in, rattily bite. Dace perhaps? Back out on the X marked spot and rattle, rattle. jag. A decent chub using the current, in the onion bag and up the muddy slope, narrowly avoiding a dunking. A short, fat and fresh fish, this time with no cormorant damage. Lovely ole job.

No knocks in the third swim or back at the first and the rain had set in so I beat a hasty retreat to the adjacent pub for a bit of a treat. Steak, chips and a pint of Edith Cavell.