On a cold and frosty morning...

It was a but of a frosty night, which had nearly lifted by the time I left. I was wandering the banks of the river tees, probably about two miles with nobody else in sight. I didn't have any bites in the first swim, but then a bit if slack water underneath an overhanging tree saw my float bobbing and disappearing from sight. After a determined tussle, which saw it explode out the water, I caught this low double.

Nothing else to report other than bulls, an otter, a water vole and a woodpecker. Lovely morning...