BY late afternoon, in baking heat, I was wilting from my wanderings along the banks of the Avon and it seemed sensible to head back home to Wiltshire – but I couldn’t help myself. After a cool drink and an ice cream I felt refreshed, and decided on impulse to make a slight detour.
I drove down a bumpy lane to a small lake I knew of, where between the flowers of brandy bottle lilies several backs broke the surface.
A handful of mixers later the free offerings were being slurped up, and I needed no further incentive to cast.
A big common was my target, and as it rose to my floating glugged mixer I held my breath.
My brief Hampshire holiday was about to come to a perfect end.
Simple tackle for catching surface carp.