Excellent trip despite the cunning lack of accurate street/lane names in and around Collingham, but I eventually found my way in. :wh
One rap on the tip at 7pm - nothing, a wobbly tip at 8pm - nice lean, mean chub, a tip bouncing up and down at 10pm (but no alarm - helps to turn it on apparently!) - my first ever Trent barbel - nice one.
As for the sleeping arrangements, well "my" bivvy was still in Hewitt's garage so it was the wet grass or the car! Slept OK tho! Woke up in time to find Sean "Patrick Moore" raving about the galaxy, mars and other such chocolate delights but failed to see another bite. :j
Went for a stroll to find the mighty Swordsy, eventually found him a bit downstream of Nottingham but had a good chat anyway. He's changed my mind about 15ft 2.75tc rods but I'll struggle to find a use for them down here in the south. I did manage to lose a barbel as one of his rods screamed off - he just laughed and took photos!
Can't remember which Paul is which but good to meet you all. Sean and I decided the collective noun for a group of Pauls is a
"BLANKING"