Fishing On The Set Of A Hammer Horror

To save you the bother of reading the rest of this, I didn't land anything, one tiny little jack kept hold of a sprat for a short while.

 








Basically I sat, in the fog, on the bank of an old brick pond watching pike floats do very little while the trees constantly dripped on me. There was a lot more water in the pond compared to my last visit, although the the clarity left a lot to be desired. The only distractions were a natter with Adam and the aforementioned little jack grabbing a sprat presented under a tree, but avoiding the hook.

Even in winter it can be quite nice down here, but not today. I suppose if you're not on the bank you're not going to catch.