That is absolutely staggering, Simon! I've spent some time trying to work out how you get from the car 'cabin' to the main boat area as the area outside the car 'doors' looks too narrow. Presumably it's all fibreglass?
Some folk must have money to burn!
Anyway, I went out this morning in the perishing weather as the house walls were starting to close in. I just needed to be out for a while...
Travelling to the venue it was 2/3 degrees which is not too bad, but once on the bank it seemed a lot less under the low, dark cloud. I was warm enough having decided on level 5 Damart undies with long sleeves but the feet really suffered and the hands only a tad better because of the 'Hot Rocks' inside the gloves which went on when the fingers couldn't hold a maggot for hooking. (I was also using Cetraben Barrier Cream on my hands for extra protection which I reapplied throughout the morning....)
For the first hour I didn't have a touch ( fishing up in the water) so I upped the loose feed from 3/4 maggots every cast to double that. I also went deeper to 4', removed one of the No 8 shot and spaced the remainder further apart for a much slower drop and within 10 minutes a fit 9" roach was in the net. This heralded the start of a short feeding session with fish obviously racing up from the bottom and smashing into the single maggot ( sounds dramatic, and it was!) as almost every bite was' flat float gone in an instant and line tight to the rod tip' before an actual strike could be made!
Most fish in the 10" range with two nearer 12" and action almost continuous, until without warning the bites ceased, never to return. I reduced feed, went deeper then shallower until I was only 12" below the surface but nothing would induce them to feed positively again, so I did the usual and caught several more by casting around the swim.
I can't help thinking that had they continued to 'frenzy' feed it could have been a proper red letter day but I was more than happy with my 20 fish haul considering the conditions.
Around midday the northerly wind got up a touch and the chill factor (however slight) took effect. By this time my flask was empty and I started to feel even colder, so after half a dozen 'last casts' (producing a final 9" roach) I hastily packed up and walked smartly back to the car.
Within 45 minutes I was home and tucking into some very decent carrot and ginger home made soup with crusty bread, quickly followed by a couple of hours of pretty good rugby...........
Out again on Tuesday when the weather in the south is likely to be 'milder' - I'm hearing 8/9 degrees!
ps I only saw half the rugby as i fell asleep in the chair - what a wimp..