Blue sky and cold. As others have observed, not the greatest. So I decided on a short session on the Lambourn after grayling - the less popular local bit as, being bank hol, I thought the other bit might be crowded.

It had clouded over by the time I got there, so hopes rose until I started to tackle up and a storm most foul erupted. Not a thunder storm, just a shower, but a fierce wind blew in my face and the combination of wet cold hands, wind, tangles etc defeated me. Are we anglers mad, I wondered?

Thankfully the car was near and I decided to sit out the rest of the shower. I nearly drove home, but for some reason didn't and found myself wading precariously to target a swim I haven't tried before. Nearly tripped over a root, and I must say I was REALLY glad not to splurge into that water! It was bite a chuck for a few casts. I bumped several - none large - and landed three, one of which was a decent fish close to a pound. Then decided to try further up and was surprised how slow the current was. Got snagged, broke the trace and remembered how cold I was and how warm a cuppa would be and called it a day after only 30 mins fishing.