A slow day. At least it was dry after yesterday's torrents, but thirteen degrees was less than half of what it was on Wednesday and the ten days or so previously, which shut the fish up. It seemed a struggle for everyone around the lake. I had some occasional bites of float-fished sweetcorn and bread, but my only two successes in the whole day were both on the method feeder in the margins: a beautiful little 3lb 8oz Common and then on the last cast of the day, a 3lb-er that I didn't bother weighing or photographing.  A grebe visited my corner of the lake a good ten times through the day and I wonder if that contributed to the timidity of the fish.

A disappointing session maybe, but I love being out there, even in a padded gillet in June, and however absent the fish seem to be, you never know if there's a whopper just about to take your bait...