What I hadn't banked on was the shoal of Chub had moved elsewhere, and three hours into the session I only had one trout of about 1lb to show for my efforts. Just goes to show nothing is predictable in this game. However as I decided to wrap it up and packed my gear away I did have one stroke of luck. In the mud , dirty but in one piece was a £20 note. Not a fortune but it sponged up well with some soapy water and an hour or two on the radiator. More than covered the cost of the bait.