I bet it rains and blows a gale, just as it is in the photograph above. But this little swim where a side drain joins a bigger drain smells of perch, zander and pike. I've seen big perch gathering here so when the opening weekend is over and there are fewer anglers about I'll be paying it a well planned visit.
Meanwhile I keep dreaming and keep its location a secret.
Saturday morning, it's 04.27am and it's only blowing a gale, no rain as yet...