I can only speak for my peg and say it was an absolute dream, quite seriously. But then I love this kind of fishing, even though the venue is a pale shadow of its glory years.
I didnt fish for many years, just an occasional annual outing and missed all the good times on venues like this, which is probably one of the reasons I still fish them. Hardly been off the rivers since the season opened. However, as you can probably imagine, I cut a more and more lonesome figure lol.
The main thing about my peg was that there was fish in it. I had a lovely net of mixed small river fish, including one chub of about a pound and a quarter on the stick. Lost two more on the stick that took me into the same snag and lost a skimmer well over the pound at the net. So I should have had more, but was generally happy with what I did.
Started on a waggler down the middle and picked up a few bleak and then a 6oz skimmer and bumped something. I've found elsewhere that while there are bleak in the river, theres not massive numbers and if you plug away, small chub can often come every 4-6 ish bleak if you're lucky, and its not as if you get bothered with the bleak every cast.
That said, I knew I should really get on the deck with a feeder beneath the waggler line to catch, but I was enjoying running the waggler through smashing style, with no wind, so much, that I put off changing for quite a while.
When I did change I caught small skimmers straight off, untill coming inside on the stick where i'd been constantly trickling in a few casters and some hemp.
Picked up the chub fairly quickly. Then small fish, mixed but mainly skimmers quite regularly. Alternated with the mid river feeder but that line died. As did the stick line with an hour to go.
I eventually hooked and lost the pike that was the trouble. Glorious day in a fabulous peg that kept me busy with plenty of bites, working to get them.
There's not much else i'd rather do in life than trot a stick down the Avon, quite seriously.
I almost feel like apologising for being so upbeat after all the dire press the river recieves, I know its often tough but I really still do enjoy it.
I've caught fish off the Avon pleasure fishing this year a few times and each net gives me great pleasure. They're often hard won and it aint easy and of course, you have to be on some first.
On the way home I had an hour or so at Cleeve Prior on the stick for just two bleak. A perfect example.
What i've taken to doing pleasure wise, is often walking away from my car with a stick float set up and a bait box and net (didnt at Cleeve). I have a few trots in a swim and if I catch a fish I go get my gear, convinced if there's one to be caught quickly there'll be others. works for me
to say the place was a toilet is an understatement. 
for this match as he doesnt seem to have fished it. Did he know in advance that the venue was a toilet 
and let us know that they wont be there - for whatever reason
And a mention to Ian H for his efforts to get up there and help peg out, now thats what you call dedication 
