Somewhat abruptly with an interim period of exceptionally unsettled, wet and at times windy weather, Autumn seems to have very quickly given way to the first signs of winter. Yesterday morning there was snow on the hills, and very distinct bite to the air.  This morning was unusually sunny and a little less windy so less cold feeling compared with yesterday but I think I seriously failed to realise how cold it actually was until I went out fishing.

A fat fox- this one isn't starving! He tried a sneak attack on the heron but was spooked by something and bolted.

A fat fox- this one isn’t starving! He tried a sneak attack on the heron but was spooked by something and bolted.

I really really wanted to get out but I have to admit a degree of trepidation whether I would manage it, coming as it does on the back of a pretty bad period with the arthritis, though a recent steroid injection seems to have settled the nigglier elements of it down sufficiently. In my heart of hearts I would have loved to have got out on the Grayling fishing but I think one step at a time, a trip to a river with all that it entails with wading might just have been a step too far right now. No,  I would be more than content to get out on a small stillwater and try some stockie bashing. I have bene to Swanswater quite a bit on recent outings but decided I needed a change so took the new wheels down to Burnhouse. I fully expected it to be busy when I arrived with the place bathed in bright ( if not warm) sunshine when i arrived. so I was pretty astonished when I seen there was only one car in the actual car park and a couple parked by the lodge. There were only 3 anglers there and one ( a guy from SCAC atually) was inside warming himself up.