This past two day I've thoroughly enjoyed two, totally bite less, sessions out on the flatlands. It's been stated many times before, "there's more to fishing than catching another fish" Under the current circumstances, I was just happy to be away from the nonsense surrounding my outburst at work. I was out there targeting tench, although airing on the side of caution, using kit which would cope with a carp should I be lucky enough to get a bite. Yesterday I'd used the Duncan Kays, today it was the turn of the, split cane, Dick Walker Mk IV's. I've until March 14th to catch a fish, any fish, from the drains before the traditional "close season" kicks in. Two days holiday entitlement, carried over from 2020, has to be taken before the end of March, so I'll keep an eye on the weather and use them accordingly.
Out on the marsh as darkness fell, it was an incredible sight to behold as the moon rose out of the eastern horizon. It was orange!! My camera kit, or more correctly my inability, didn't do the event full justice, but there is enough detail to warrant sharing a couple of images.