However, by wading out a bit I could at least cover some different lines and depths. Therefore carried on feeding and trotting, steadily picking up fish as I did so, much to the interest of my match-fishing chum. Was just putting back a 1 lb+ male back when the bailiff from the club downstream appeared.
"Better out than in" was a comment on one of my previous posts. It was a phrase much used by my grandad and usually followed a healthy burp, produced solely to amuse us grand-kids and and annoy my nan. However, it also applies nicely to today's trip. I was getting fed up with this grey, gloomy, miserable weather we've been having lately, so the bright, sunny conditions this week came as a welcome change and a chance to top up depleted Vitamin D stores.
Had over a pint of maggots that had been in cryogenic stasis in the bait fridge since my last trip out a couple of weeks ago, so with the excesses of the holidays finally out of the way I was keen to wet a line again, particularly as the weather in Wales had prevented me from going on the usual Christmas whiting and doggy hunt.