Looked in on the Trent near Beeston on my way home. The swim where I'd had an 11 lb a couple of seasons ago showed some signs of recent habitation, as did the swims on the opposite bank. However, the river looked really low and lacklustre. Further upstream the sandstone slabs were sticking out like ribs, with all the flow pushing down the middle. Margins were gin clear.
Bare bones!
Might drag myself out tomorrow night, but the rate things are going I might have to something drastic like go eel fishing, or God forbid, carping!
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