Fishing for Fish.

Yesterday. After the Remembrance Service, me and Thomas had a look at the river. Lovely flow, hopes high, rods out, groundbait in. Trotting away with the floats, it took an age for a bite. Was a trout, so went straight back. The fish had spawned. Carried on for another hour, nothing. No dace, chub, grayling. Ah well, plenty of water for another go soon.