River Trent Rolleston

Something keeps dragging me back to this glorious part of middle England.

It can't be the fishing as the last couple of visits have been dire, and this Sunday was of a similar vein. The halcyon days of big nets of silvers, and the odd bonus big chub seem to be long gone. Between two of us we could only muster a few roach, perch, dace and a couple of bleak.
The only fish of note was a discoloured old perch, not quite an angling times specimen, but certainly worth a photo in my more modest collection.

The upshot of today is that I will not be travelling too far from Manchester in the near future in persuit of a few fish. Nice as it is to see a bit of the country, practical it isn't.