I spent the next couple of hours struggling to get within striking range of fish as despite the heat, it's still February and the sun is low. A lot of glare, and a recently mown banking, meant a lot of spooked carp. I might have wished for better light, but I love the difficult fishing. The sense of achievement that comes with an eat is so much more when it's technical.
After around 15 approaches that became 6 or 7 shots, a few fly changes and tying a new, much longer leader, I finally came upon a fish that was feeding off the edge of some floating weed. Another fly change to an unweighted glo-bug, a short stalk and a long cast then drag back to let the fly hang just at the edge of the weed mat. After a couple of seconds the fish swam over and ate it like it was supposed to. It wasn't big, but I had earned it. I'd have been happy with that one fish, but still had about 600m of fishable bank. Changing back to a lightly weighted hybrid I started creeping downstream spooking fish and collecting refusals from what seconds earlier were perfect shots. Just as I was getting ready to call it, I saw 3 fish that were only half a shot, a bit far, a bit hard to see and in maybe 20cm of flat calm water . As I made the cast I saw one of turn away from me. I was sure I'd line it and spook the lot of them and the bow wave it produced seemed to confirm it. Then it stopped and tailed perfectly on the fly and I was in again. Another small fish maybe 4 or 5lb, but a great moment. One of those eats that you remember for ages.
2 small carp might not be an amazing day's fishing, but that couple of hours left me feeling like I'd had a really good day. I doubt very much, that I'd have ended up in such a good mood if I'd let my frustrations keep me indoors.