This morning I went fishing,but today must be clumsy idiot day as when I was moving my gear into the back door area I managed to put my bare foot through the string handle of my wife's shopping bag,as I felt I was tripping I rushed my right foot down and stubbed my big toe,which is now black and very sore....doh,upon arrival at the tench water I walked down to see which direction the wind was(forecast said NW),it was SW,I lugged my gear right down to the SW corner,but anglers pushed me to return,as I pushed my barrow the wheel plugged in the mud,rearing my end of the trolley,leaving me flying over the top,grazing both thighs and covering me in muck,I walked back to the car,then decided to walk round the other way and found a swim that was favourable,I then moved my car to the other nearer car park,set up,baited up with a pole cup and started fishing,then the wind turned,into the NW,ffs,after an hour I started getting indication,then the float sailed away and I missed it,next cast,within a minute it happened again with the same result,grrr,I never had a touch for forty munutes then the same sort of bite,with me waiting till the float was six inches down and still going before striking,fish on,now I had a 1.25lb tc rod,8lb reel line,with drag set pretty tight,the fish set off to my right with me giving line grudgingly,then the bugger came off,leaving me with a three inch lump of silky weed over the hook,now it was either a carp or a tench,but it wasn't mid-doubles so I take it I lost another good tench,I settled in to await further events when the heavens opened and left me making a hasty retreat....