An absolute disaster.
I was up at 3am and on the bank by 4:30.
Slipped and fell in by 4:40am. I was trying to push the bankstick in for the keepnet and took one step too far.
If anyone is wondering how deep the margins are on the upper Thames, then I can tell you it's just about waist height. Had my bloody fags in my pocket too and wallet in the back pocket.
Still, not to be put off I squelched back to the car (swearing all the way), went home and got changed and was out again by 6.
The wind was beyond a joke and the river was absolutely thundering through. Tried the waggler for a while but in the flow it was just getting dragged under and on the edge of the flow it was sailing backwards or whizzing round in little circles in the eddies. Absolutely impossible. Tried 'laying on' to slow things down a bit, but the current was just too powerful and it just got dragged under.
Had to chase after my brolly when it went cartwheeling off across the field. Went to open my tin of corn and the ring pulled straight off. Then I snapped the thread bit off the head of my rod rest, leaving it inside the bank stick.
Switched onto the ledger, but the wind meant the quiver tip was almost impossible to use too.
Caught one bleak on the float and one gudgeon on the ledger.
Packed up around 10am and decided to have a scout along first the Windrush and then the Thames. Walked 2.5 miles up to Rushey lock and saw nobody. Nobody fishing, no dog walkers, no boats - nothing. There weren't even any footprints in the mud!
Walked back to Newbridge again and had a pint in the Rose Revived. A canoe thing pulled up and I was talking to the fellas in it. They said they'd come from Lechlade in about 30 minutes with the flow as it was! They'd seen nobody at all fishing.
So much for struggling to find a peg on the first day, eh?