The bream, as you can see from the lead image, was a cracker.
There are some excellent fish showing in the canal, in sections miles apart as well.
On the day I fished – I’m publishing later due to several holiday blog posts that are stacked and ready to go – it was my eldest daughter’s birthday.
She was thirty-five.
I still remember very clearly when she was born.
It doesn’t seem anywhere close to that long ago.