Being acutely aware that the course season has only just over a week to go on my local stretch of the Frome, I have been desperate to make the most of it. Heavy rain on Monday made it unfishable, checked the level on Tuesday and it was dropping nicely, so I reckoned it would be sock on for Thusday. I had a quick look late Wednesday afternoon and found a guy fishing it in the late sunshine, he said it was slow but he had caught six grayling. That was good enough for me. Thusday I got to the bank at 0745 and what a difference a day makes, a screamer of a wind, bitterly cold and pelting down with rain. The float was a none starter so on went the pig. It was grim but I did manage three good grayling and two trout. But, unusual for me, at 10.30 I thought "I ain't enjoying this at all". So wet, cold and disappointed I wrapped it in and toddled off home to fight another day. My Darling was so suprised to see me back so soon, I thought I'd caught her with the milkman. Pete.