The dire forecast didn't materialise, around here at least, and by lunchtime it was quite pleasant, without the icey wind that's been a fixture lately. I thought I'd try and catch a chub from a small local river, as I only had kitchen bait options.
The river has a low stock of fish and limited swims. It is a mostly shallow riffle and pool affair, so it's not hard to spot the chub's winter quarters, and I sat down confidently in a swim where I'd never failed to catch a chub or two. 20 biteless minutes later, a man and his dog stopped and told me how surprised he'd been to see an otter, just where we were, yesterday morning. I'd guess it's about 20 mins from the Trent confluence, and no big deal for a motivated mammal to nip out, pick up a takeaway and check the property prices.
I moved to two other "banker" pegs, without a bite, and ended up way beyond where I'd usually walk, in a gap in the trees with a bit of depth under them.
With a single shot on the line and a bit of teasing and twitching, you could get your bait under the trees below you, and this got two bites - a little chub of 8oz, and this more respectable one.
It's a nice little river, pretty and pleasant to fish, but it's one of these borderline "knife-edge" waters, always hovering between making a recovery and lapsing into being too poor to fish. I can't imagine it is geared up to support large predators in anything but the very short term, but I'd like to be proven wrong ( as opposed to just being told so

) I uploaded the pic several times - the chub is the right way up on my pc!