It's too cold for barbel, so I didn't bother to go fishing. But finishing work just before 3pm I decided to walk down and see how Darren was getting on. Seems I was right, not a knock all afternoon.
Still it was nice to be on the frosty river and we chatted away until packing up time as it was getting dark. Then his rod slammed over, great stuff! At least I could do some net duty... Ah, he forgot the net... At least I could get muddy, wet and slimy handing it out... Love it!
And a 6lb 0oz barbel on a proper winter's day. Nice one Darren, I'm glad you proved me wrong!