This morning was one of those days when I should've stayed in bed... Got to the river at 6:00, wellies on, kit out of the car, wandered about 50 metres and met a fellow who informed me that the barbel society had the stretch booked today. So it was back to the car, wellies off, kit back in the car, and off to find somewhere elsewhere.
Only having a couple of hours I decided on Uckinghall lake as it was close, despite my having never done well there.
Wellies on, kit carried to the lake side, all feeling good. Alas, within a few minutes - second cast - my reel failed on me - tightening up it simply went slack with the handle flopping loosely like the ankle of a fellow I saw coming down the cheese roll one year (when I got home and took the reel apart apart the inside looked like a bomb had gone off in there - the main gear had shattered as had several other parts. What's also annoying is that I spent the weekend putting new line on all three spools).
Luckily I had a float rod and reel with me so I could still fish.
Then it started to rain - I don't mind fishing in the rain, but I wasn't prepared because the forecast was for no rain until late morning. No brolly, no waterproofs.
Then I started to get tangles on my second rod that turned into a fishing version of Eric Sykes' The Plank. Eventually got going and managed a solitary roach.
Then it was time to come home.
Off to the local shop this afternoon for a new reel...