Had aborted once this week already after overnight rain had pushed the river back up. However, no such repeat and, whilst the river was still up, it was dropping nicely according to the graph, so I confidently made the drive over to Staffordshire. Arrived about 9 o'clock to find nobody else there, so parked up and squeezed on the neoprenes, exchanging comments about my sanity with the woman at the stables while I did so. Walked across the fields, my feet crunching through the thin, frozen layer on top and into the saturated soil underneath, leaving a trail of muddy footprints in the frost behind me. No doubt which way I'd gone if somebody was to turn up later! Found river exactly as predicted, up slightly with a tinge of colour. The "banker" swim looked a bit boily, but gave it a go. However, found myself biteless some 20 minutes later, so headed down to the next spot. This was a bit steadier and a few trots later I had my first grayling of the morning in the net.
Popped him back and had a couple more before I struck again into another heavier fish that came straight to the net without any fuss. It was the male I'd had a few minutes earlier - obvious from his dorsal fin. He must have gone straight back to his station and carried on feeding! Had fifteen fish out of this spot before letting them have a rest. Winkled out a couple more downstream to take me up to 30 for the day. Sky had started to go black, so I thought it was a good time to finish and headed back to the car. Unfortunately, not quite in time to avoid a nasty little, sleety shower. However, certainly didn't put a dampener on the day, although I'm wondering now where all those mythical two pounders are that the club say are there!