A change of tactics and a change of fortunes

It was around 04:15 on Sunday morning when I arrived at my chosen swim, the blackness of night just beginning to succumb to the inky blue of dawn on the eastern horizon. The forecast had it being a cooler, overcast day, which suited me just fine. Perfection. A change of tactics was in order, just to see what could be learned, so the prawns had been swapped out for lobworms. I had previously tried…