A not fishing conducive scorching 18 degrees and millpond conditions when I set up at 3:30 in an unusual swim for me, but thinking it was where the last of the evening sun disappeared and the air would chill fast. 

Plumbing the depth with my pole, I snagged and brought in a weighing sling in the margin; the one I lost at this swim the evening I caught a 13lb Mirror on 3.3.21.

That was the only excitement until dusk having barely had a bite. Just before dark at 6:30 and having switched to method feeder and hurriedly donned thick jumper, jacket and scarf, I managed a blank-bustin' 6lb common. I stuck it out until 8:30, watching the massive full moon rising through the trees behind me, Ursa Major and occasional satellite in the sky and the bats, one of which flew into my line. Two more runs with two mirrors of 5lb 2 and 4lb 1 making it an almost par evening for the time of year.

Back at the car, i found that the temperature had fallen to a cool 5 degrees and that my team were 2-ut at AC Milan. AC who?