 Probably got an hour of light left and I'm going all out pellet and lobworm in the hope of a chub or a barbel or a carp or a big green. It's just good to be out to the list. Two swing gates over the river. It's all stuff that puts anglers off because they have all the gear and and what the energy to carry at all. So the spot I've chosen is away from the main footfall. It's got loads of features. It's got these big reed beds for example that give fish a bit of cover. Very pikey looking. This bit always seems to get a bit of wind. Opposite bank is private. Anything like this that stops anglers from getting through easily is good. And I'll soon find out if anyone has fished in my spot because I put up a little bit of camouflage which is still there thankfully. There we go. Planted those before I left. Covered a patch of grass with some fresh grass. So the first thing I do is just move those out the way. Oh dear. That'll teach me to have a beer when I'm fishing, won't it? My bait runner switched off. New reel. That's my excuse. In the evening the bats can give you lots of artificial liners other than this bite. That's the downside to worms. It could just be roach or you know six ounce chub. Very inquisitive they'll fly over and there's another call to be given. A weighty old fish surprisingly heavy. About five pounds. Also damaged on the tail. Not good.