Gave Wickwater a try this evening. It had a bit more colour and warmth than Dabchick lake did, but while there was plenty of evidence of fish about there wasn't a lot of feeding going on. Plenty of rolling, porpoising, cruising under the surface, leaping out of the water, but not a lot of bubbling. Oh well. Another couple of weeks and they'll be ravenous.

Wick's bloody noisy though. Close to the road, and someone was running a generator or some kind of heavy machinery nearby. Also, a couple turned up with a rat-on-a-rope which wouldn't stop yapping. I wish people would get either a dog or a cat, not something halfway between. Raargh!

On the plus side, I had a friendly blue tit begging for food and watched one of this year's pike haunting the shallows. I'm always amazed at just how quickly they grow. This little predator will be eating last year's roach before long. Lots of terns were competing with him for that food source, mind, along with the heron I saw flying over.