I wasn’t originally due out until Wednesday afternoon this week, and even then, it was only going to be a quick one-nighter because of family commitments. Over the weekend, I’d glanced at the weather forecast, but these days I’ve lost all faith in their ability to get it right beyond 12 hours. So, I didn’t pay it much attention.
By mid-afternoon on Sunday, I’d already cancelled my Monday gardening job, and it soon became apparent that rain was on the cards pretty much every day until Friday. After lunch on Monday, I had another good look through all my weather apps, comparing each one to try and gauge what was actually going to happen. That’s when the idea hit me — maybe I should just go after all.
The wife was happy for me to get out for a couple of nights, and it actually suited things better if I was back home from Thursday onwards. I’d already started sorting my gear on Sunday evening anyway — the rain was hammering down outside, and with the wife out with a friend, there wasn’t much else to do until the F1 started at 5pm. So, the session started taking shape, even if it wasn’t exactly planned.
UK Carp & Coarse Fishing 