I'm pretty bored with my cold now, so despite still feeling under the weather I decided to wrap up warm and go in search of a Wandte roach. I had to really, my nice fresh maggots, now a week old, have almost completed their life-cycle and I was worried about opening the fridge and finding a swarm of flies!
Bite first cast and another monster gudgeon, then I started getting little rattling roach bites, I kept the feed going in and the bites got more and more positive until I hit one resulting in a 10-12oz roach (above). I was feeling confident so I didn't weigh it, I was going to wait for his pound plus brothers. Next cast resulted in a big fat minnow (the first from the Wandte). All was going well...
Suddenly I heard a splash and lots and lots of screaming as a small child fell from the high bank into the river, I've read about situations like this, apparently you don't think you just react, I however thought.
I thought I'm about to get really cold, and I did!
If you were one of the people who walked past and saw a soaking wet fisherman clutching a soaking wet child as mum knelt on the floor praying, I was rescuing her, not teaching her to swim, no need for the dirty looks.
I did think about asking mum to say a prayer to the roach gods for me, but it wasn't really the right time.
Wet and chilled to the bone I headed for home - good work on the keeping warm front Brian!