Same old story to be fair.
A last minute decision was made to make the short journey down to Flint, high water was at 11-55am, arrived at 10-15am set up with stinky old Lug, fished till 2-45pm not a tap, the Spacemans bell was quiet.
It was a big tide to be fair, i thought at one stage i would be doing a " passion for angling " scene ( fishing from the trees ).
A pleasant day was had in lovely sunshine and as normal a few of the old regulars were on hand for a bit of banter.
Its got to get better.
Tight lines all.
Steve.
A few belated pitures for you.
And last the Spaceman...