River Avon at Bidford

It was on the thin side of brisk on Bidford Bridge this afternoon. I grabbed three shots (the other two are here), and then made for the car at speed. I know there's a whole important psychological man-thing about angling, but really... it can't be fun, can it, sitting there at 8˚C, but feeling more like 2˚ because of the howling wind chill? Rather him than me, anyway!