Yesterday afternoon saw me back to the River Medlock in an effort to salvage something from the day after a poor morning on the Irwell. As if things could get any worse. Well they did, much worse. In fact they got as bad as things could get right now in my world of fishing. The river was blue from pollution. There was an oily deposit all round the banks right the way through Woodhouses, and a nasty foam below the weirs.
On the way home I noticed that the pond on Reggie's farm is no more, drained and filled in. I used to sneak on here in the middle of the night as a kid, trying to tempt the big perch. It has fallen prey to the commercial world, as has the Medlock it would seem. A sorry day all round.