A couple of hours pike fishing on Saturday and two fish caught, two missed and one fish lost. The spoiler on the day was the howling gale laced with intermittent showers and, whatever the mercury said and whatever the temperature reading was, it felt like minus ten.
By the end of three hours I had lost all sense of feeling in my hands, in fact the water felt warmer and that was freezing bloody cold. It's back, the return of the lazy wind, cutting straight through insulated clothing and as many layers as you care to wear, to chill you to the bone.
I can't really claim the first fish. I had just baited up with the regulation small roach when the wind tangled the line around the reel. The bait was about a foot out from the reeds while I untangled the loops and bang a pike was on in seconds. Four pounds in weight if you were lucky. The second pike, ten minutes later, was bigger and it began to look as if I was going to be so busy landing pike that I wouldn't be feeling the cold.
The fire in the wood burner looked good when I got home believe me, but I'll be back for more punishment next week