Before the sun rose over the horizon, with mist blowing gently across it the lake I was fishing had an autumnal feel to it.
Once the sun was above the tree line though, it was summer business as usual, as I continued with my tench campaign.
Fishing corn over brown crumb about three rod lengths from the bank, I didn’t have a bite in three hours.
More a case of tench fishing without the tench.
What I did pick up on was the lack of feeding bubbles.
They usually give themselves away on this lake but, on this occasion, there was no evidence of fish with their heads down.