I wasn't going to bother to report on last Saturday's session on the River Blythe because it was dog awful. I've decided to make a token gesture though, so I'll just let the pictures do the talking:
"Brian ignores the tempting looking weir pool run off, figuring that a bait presented up a tree offers better prospects!"
"Any minute now..."
"Aliens - bigger than transit vans!"
"Must be German. He's grabbed the towel and staked out his sunbathing territory!"
"His use of the V sign suggested he was not happy to be dumped into a dirty bait box!"