Under the old Willow

The old Willow in my favourite swim has finally succumbed to the pull of gravity under the weight of this years foliage. It has had a dangerous lean on for a long time. I have sat by this old tree for more hours than I dare to add up and I am grateful to it for giving me respite from rain and snow on several occasions. I hope it is left alone to wither away naturally but no doubt someone with a chain saw will deem it necessary to remove it. At the moment it is creating a brilliant habitat for fry.
Today was yet another short morning only session before an afternoon school uniform shopping expedition for my eldest. Not a massive amount to report, but I did winkle out a few fish.
First up was a 7lb 14oz Barbel, taken on trotted meat as usual.

The swim went dead after that so I dropped into the next spot and landed a 4lb 6oz Chub.

Similarly I could not get another bite from that peg so dropped down one more and first cast in the new area saw me landing a 6lb 11oz Barbel

After that I called it a day.