Welcome back to another fishing adventure. West Stow Country Park Carp SessionFishing sessions often carry a strange sense of anticipation, as though every trip holds the possibility of something special—something unforgettable. This week’s trip was one of those rare occasions when the excitement had been building steadily for days. Not only was I heading back up to West Stow Country Park, a place that carries its own quiet charm and challenge, but I was also fishing alongside my oldest friend, Rob. We’ve shared countless hours bankside together over the years, and whenever we plan a session, it always seems to take on an extra layer of importance.The Journey NorthMonday morning started early—brutally early. I was up at 04:00, the kind of hour where the world outside is silent, and only the occasional fox or owl breaks the stillness. By 04:30 I had the car loaded, rods stacked neatly, bait buckets wedged into the boot, and the kettle washed up from the night before. The air was cool, fresh, and full of promise.The roads were surprisingly clear. No roadworks on the M3, no speed restrictions, and even the dreaded M25—a road that can easily turn a good mood into frustration—was running without issue. I took this as a good omen. Heading north via the A414, the old Northern Orbital Road, then pushing on to the A1(M), I felt the tension ease out of me. By the time I merged onto the A14, the sun was climbing, lighting up the fields with a golden haze.Of course, the A14 wouldn’t be the A14 without drama. I nearly witnessed a couple of accidents, careless drivers cutting across lanes and others forced into evasive action. Fortunately, the sensible heads among us kept it safe, and I pressed on, shaking my head at the madness.At 07:10, I rolled into the West Stow Country Park car park, the familiar landscape unfolding around me. There’s always a strange mixture of calm and excitement on arrival. Part of me just wanted to rush to a swim, set up, and get lines in the water. Another part of me knew the importance of slowing down—taking the time to look, listen, and read the water.Tight lines and be lucky!