A drive along the Sixteen Foot, for what must be about ten miles, and nobody fishing anywhere on either bank. Obviously that doesn't include the two herons that we saw and the inevitable black flotilla of the bird of death, otherwise known as cormorants, the modern day Pterodactyls.
The light, as we artists and photographers say, was just wonderful darling, quite wonderful. No we'll settle for dramatic, but it has inspired me to go pike fishing tomorrow.
Let's hope the pike are inspired to feed then.
By the way it's easterly at the top and westerly at the bottom. Sorted.