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such a bleak time of year with
no leaves in sight, thick mud
that has been churned up from
barrow loads of kit, made the
lake look completely different.
I pulled the barrow out of the
car and walked to the first
swim in the car park and looked
at the glassy water that could
have been passed of as glacier
to feed on invertebrates in the
edge. I walked down the muddy
track poking my head into
every single swim in hopes of
finding some winter carp. Lap
after lap after lap passed and
no signs of fish, not a swirl, a
roll, a jump, a patch of fizzers…
nothing. So, I decided to put
myself in a likely looking area,
melt with its crystal-clear
clarity. Rudd swirled as jack
pike chased with no sense of
direction; and swans upturned
and also an area I had heard
usually does a couple bites in
the winter months. The swim
was lined with tall Norfolk
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