....certainly don't make a summer.
What with all the hullabaloo around the eclipse and the thawing out after last knockings (end of the coarse fishing season) I nearly forgot to record one of the high points for me in recent years on the last day, 14th March.
Was it a 2lb roach? Dace of a pound? No, it was two Swallows feeding in front of me for a few all too brief moments before heading up river. It was chuffing freezing - I had moved swims after struggling all morning for three roach. These two early arrivals certainly put a spring in my step and my trot - I just knew I was going to catch.
A move to a glorious trot, a few handfuls of liquidised bread and we were away. It was a roach on every trot through. Murried caggots strike again! Three needed the landing net with the biggest of 1lb 3oz.
A fine end to the season, but the highlight was most certainly those two bluebirds. My diary tells me they were my earliest sighting, not seen any since.