Fished between hut peg and car park peg. Falling barometer and overcast.
Not much else to say, save that Plan B didn't email me and I spent another 11 hours at Lymmvale fishing every method imaginable and caught zip, nada, dim byd, rien, "F-all" if I need go on.
Blank 19.
I really am rubbish at Tench fishing.
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