After perch

Yesterday morning I got up very early to fish the river before work.  I slipped out of the house without waking the family and got to Keynsham just as the sun was rising.  My heart sank when I saw that the river was rather brown.  The rubber lures I had with me were unlikely to be effective.  Still you can only try.   Whilst it was yet another fishless trip, I did enjoy the freezing temperature, the frost on the ground, the birds and deer and exploring a new stretch of river.  No points for guessing the venue in the photo.

Meanwhile at home, the girls presumed that I was in the office, working early.  The eldest ran upstairs but couldn’t find me – she thought I must be on the office loo, reading the latest Wye and Usk fisheries guide (an excellent read).  Obviously, you do not disturb dad when he is such a delicate place.  Fifteen minutes later, my wife ran upstairs, thinking that I must have had a heart attack or passed out in action.  On discovering toilet empty, the penny dropped and they guessed where I was.  

All this before 8.30am, when I actually started work.  What a full life we lead.  It would improve with a perch or two in the net, but I guess one can't have everything.