Sense and worry about the house sent me home for a night - the battering from storms Franklyn or Gladys (I lost track of which one was which), was pretty much continuous, and I've now come back down in the last few hours of Franklin for a couple of nights.
I arrived down just after 8 in the morning, it was very blowy and it would be until around 1 this afternoon. I hoped to get back to the swim I was in before. I'd been baiting here on and off when I could over the past month, knowing that I was planning a long session and the carp do love this area. The long-range forecast, in conjunction with watching the jet stream, was looking perfect, however, I didn't release how bad it would get and that the winds would predominantly come from the west.
When I arrived, I had a quick look about, but with the way the wind was blowing and due to be blowing over the next few days, the same swim was the obvious choice. I'd taken a drive around the lake before committing myself. I doubt I would've been able to get the bivvy up in a high proportion of them. I had to pitch my bivvy up around the corner a bit from the swim, out of a direct blast of the wind.
