Confirmation that winter is drawing steadily closer, the first aerial portents have appeared. The swans are beginning to flight into the fens.
It was another day and yet another fen drain yesterday out fishing for pike, three caught in the first twenty minutes on a dead roach when the sound of large wings combing the air caught my attention; swans on their final approach.
A perfect landing after the long flight from Iceland, Finland, Russia or some other far flung wilderness and they head into the reeds for a feed.
I fished on into the darkness but the pike didn't display the swan's enthusiasm for feeding and the float never moved an inch.
What does and angler do in this situation? He packs up, goes home and has a couple of bottles of Elgood's Double Swan, that's what he does, and that's just what he did!
