The gear is already packed in the car, lunch has been eaten and I've got a hot drink in my bag so I'm all ready for an afternoon's pike fishing despite the cold and the sunshine, so it's off to the little landing stages in the middle of nowhere. Exciting or what, an escape from the domestic ties, and what could possibly go wrong?
When I arrive I tackle just one rod up to wobble a dead roach but when I walk down the track to see the drain it's totally frozen over. I walk up the bank and along the bank in both directions but not on the ice, obviously. Nothing. It's frozen over alright and the ice is thicker than it seems and even after a little contemplation and a hot drink the optimism is still there but the ice doesn't seem any thinner and it's definitely still there bank to bank.
I decide to drive to another venue but the very minor back roads are absolutely treacherous and I don't fancy ending up in a dyke somewhere with a written off vehicle so I reluctantly head for home.
On the plus side at least the frozen baits haven't defrosted. You see, there's always a silver lining.