After a day at work followed by a school meeting the cabin fever had built up sufficiently not to let a bit of light rain put me off. In fact it was pouring down when I left Chellaston but had slacked off by the time I arrived at Scropton just before 1930.It was then pretty damp all evening and the fishing was not as productive as my last trip. First cast did yield a chub and then I followed up with another about an hour later. No barbel however and I finally retired at about 2215. That first barbel has really got me hooked but I may now start to explore some other swims or perhaps try Tutbury as one billy from 3 sessions does not stike me as brilliant unless this barbel lark is a lot tougher than I had imagined.
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