Pulled on my snowman suit for the first time this winter, a prudent decision with the beautiful afternoon sun becoming a chilly moonlit evening, 3-degrees when I left.
Not a touch before dusk, though the glow of the trees in the evening sunlight was beautiful - my photo has not been filtered.
A 9lb 10 Common came in as the last of the light failed, followed by an old friend - Blinky, the one-eyed Common who I've caught a good 6 times. He's become a real pal and has put on 8 ounces since I last saw him at 6lb in October. While I listened to World Cup footy on the tranny (I'm not sure we can still call radios that?), I had a stunning, if small, fully-scaled Mirror of 4lb 7 and ended an enjoyable session with a floppy 6lb 10 Bream, that made sure I went home with a sodden, slimy net.