Monday - Day off for my Auntie Jackie's funeral (don't be sad, it was her time) allowing me a bonus 3 hours fishing beforehand. I'd planned a river trip, but with brisk winds and showers forecast, decided instead to huddle under the brolly in the comparative shelter of Willows. As I sat biteless and without a puff of breeze (WHY do i ever follow the forecasts?), a guy set up to my left and had soon caught two carp, while a chap arrived to my right and caught three. I eventually had just the one, a 6lb 2 Mirror, and that was that.

Tuesday - my usual afternoon/evening escape. Yesterday's wind finally arrived and was now making up for lost time. All the books say to fish into a new wind, so I bravely took seat on the east bank and took what it blew at me. However, once again this didn't work, and though the unexpected half hour rain took the wind away with it, I didn't get a single bite on 2 rods that I could be certain wasn't the work of crayfish.

So, no fishy picture for you to enjoy, but this one of my auntie, uncle and cousins taken by me circa 1973 with my Kodak Box Brownie. RIP Auntie