Due to pressures of work, my birthday on Monday had to be celebrated a day late this year. That celebration should have been by netting a good bag of chub from a much lower River Medlock now the constant rain had subsided. What I didn't bank on was a return of the frost, and a freezing cold river, which I sampled first hand with my right hand as I slipped down the bank and reached out to steady myself early in the session. So with one wet arm I proceeded to try to tempt the resident fish to snap up my bait, try being the relevant word. The fish were even less up for it than me. Only one trout felt the need to sample my bait. One bite , one fish in six hours, in the freezing cold. The brownie below fell to a double maggot offering below the big weir at Clayton bridge. This swim is normally prolific with smaller fish, so much so I tend to not bother here unless I am scratching for bites. There are generally better specimens upstream of here. Anyway you know it is a dead loss when a banker swim only throws up one fish in the last hour.