Returning to the mainland it didn’t take me long to start thinking of the syndicate again. A quick night squeezed in proved to be in the wrong swim. It showed me that the fish really were frequenting the area I had been catching from beforehand. Looking back, I made the completely wrong choice. I opted for the back of the wind and didn’t look at the wider picture. With the intense heat, the water level had dropped again and now the fish had warm, shallow water surrounded by a thick blanket of weed. Whereas it had before, wind direction just wouldn’t play a part now and I felt the fish were really settled in that particular area of the lake. As such, I vowed to return and avenge my stupidity. The following week, my night session coincided with no one being on the lake, so I simply walked the gear round to my preferred pitch. Again, in the early hours I picked up a fish on the right hand rod and somehow, through several weed beds, landed it from the bank. It was a lovely common that I had seen a few of the other anglers catch at just under 29lbs. It was a real lean, dark fish and made the early pack up a little easier.