Abbey and I had a few hours after silvers at Brookfield this Sunday morning. My boy went swimming lessons. Unless you have a letter from your mum fishing with Dad is compulsory.
We tried three different pools until we found some shelter from the wind. We fished a whip at five meters.

We caught from the off; Roach, Rudd and one Perch.

Nice nail varnish!?;

Towards the end Abbey 'made friends' with a family of six ducks by feeding them maggots. When I pointed out that this was not conducive to the fishing she tried to hide herself from them using broken off bits of a nearby bush;

She caught and unhooked six fish herself. This cost me £1 as I'd bet her she couldn't catch more than five. Watch out Emma Pickering.
Cheers.
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