
It was a very cold and frosty morning as we set off to Fylde Trout Fishery last Sunday. With more layers on than a polar explorer and flasks of hot coffee and soup we arrived about an hour after dawn to thankfully find the lake had not frozen solid although as soon as we got out of the car our fingers did good impersonations of icicles. After reading the reports from the previous few days we both elected to start [... read rest of post]









