What's that!? Groan... "It's your alarm - turn it off!" "'Morning dear"...
05:00 time to get up, deal with the ablutions, pack the bait into the coolbox, make a flask of coffee, pack the van and get on my way before the six o'clock news. There is a definite nip in the air, the windscreen is covered in dew and the inside is misting up. Autumn is sending a message it is on its way.
|Lots of tip watching and recasting every 40 seconds or so don't half make your arm ache|
As we had a couple of hours before the all-in whistle, I decided that I would rig the rods on the bank and sort out (riddle!) the groundbait method mix. In case you are wondering I was using my Two Dog groundbait. This time I had a plan. I had a couple of feeder rods, set up with method feeders and clipped up at different distances I had established by casting hook-less feeder before the whistle.
|Even Sid, the Jack Russell, could not find a fish!|
|I was happy with 8th place, but if only that one had not got away...|
|The grounds around the lakes are heavily forested and make a picturesque backdrop - I recognise that van!|