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Having spent yesterday in the pouring rain under Paynes Grey clouds today started with a crips chill to the air, frost on the rooftops under a clear blue sky.

It was also a day of drying out everything, sorting out tackle bags and replacing a tyre on the car which suffered from a sharp stone piercing the tread so deeply it caused a puncture.

I thought I may get an hour or so by the river using up the remaining bait from yesterday targeting the fine river roach and dace which seem to be prolific on the tidal Thames but that was not to be, however when watching the tide late in the afternoon I was witness to the river taking on the most fabulous colour of the sky which turned it into a river of molten gold.