Another session at the mill pool on a very windy day.
I was not the first fisherman at the mill pool, a heron was perched near the weir.

Surprisingly the turbine had been put into action so no water fell over the weir.
At first I thought it was a good thing as I could fish the deeper water behind the weir but nothing showed up, not a single hit.

Off course I tried a streamer with trace this time and guess what … no pike
to be seen in miles … as if they knew.
I changed plans and entered the end of the pool and slowly made my way towards the turbine outflow.
That yielded two small roach and a perch but not the trout I had hoped for.
The highlight of the mill pond was the stoat that came by and crossed the weir with a show of acrobatics.

With the mill pool no good I tried the river and probed some of the deeper pools but only got some small perch and gudgeons to show for my efforts.
To make matters worse when I walked back to the pub high on the bank I noticed a felt sole floating downstream.. I only realized later it came from my el cheapo wading boots.

The only thing to do was to flush away my grief at the pub.
It had been dead all morning but in the afternoon bikers came in droves
with cyclists mixed in … it was packed.
It was also understaffed so I chucked a way a couple of cold ones and
a cheeseburger and called it day … wel almost.

I made one more stop at a bridge downstream as the spot looked so fishy.
Still no trout but at least I could two dace out of the riffle.