Went yesterday,against my better judgement,two hard frosts etc,anyway rolled up at about 7.15am four cars in the car park,walked up and wasnt keen on going to the top end knowing anglers might already be in my preferred swims if more than one angler was in each of the cars,anyway opted for a peg that can usually be relied on for a few barbel,as the mist cleared I saw that the rushes on the far bank had died back and took away the cover bertie liked laying beneath,I fished for 4 hours with three chublets to my name and just an odd travelling barbel passing through(a bad sign),midday came and I packed,walked back along the bank and saw three swims with several chub floating about so tackled up a 2bb waggler and had a go,well I had 4 chub between 2-3lbs,several chublets to 12ozs and a couple of nice dace,but those chub,grrr,I lost 4 of the buggers,2 broke me clattering into the Norfolk reeds,one came off,but worst of all the last one cut into the near bank reeds on striking and I lost everything(including an Image balsa chub waggler which arent made now)at 3.45pm,leaving me not bothered to retackle again when the chub were getting ready for their end of day madness,because it is a small river you have no chance of stopping them kiting into these reeds,you have to pull hard and trust to luck....