I fed the usual mashed bread and fished a small running lead, with bread flake on a size 8 kamasan. A few taps early on gave me some cause for hope and when the tip rattled 'proper' I pulled into what looked to be a 2lb chub, sadly it never quite found the landing net, finding a snag under my feet instead. I persevered here for longer than I might, assuming, wrongly, that a few more chub might make an appearance!
A move to another, somewhat tighter swim downstream swim gave me a decent tussle with an overhead branch, and despite my pinpoint casting to a downstream willow, and a few indications that fish were in the area, I couldn't add to my average sized chub tally! Eventually the lure of a roast pork dinner (and fear of breaking down) was too much, so I left at 5.30pm.