elcome back to another fishing adventure. There are weeks in carp fishing when everything seems to line up, and others where nothing goes to plan no matter how hard you try. This session fell somewhere in between—full of excitement, a few golden moments, and some lessons that will stay with me for the next time I return to Airfield Lake.The Build-UpThe week before, I’d wrapped up a slow-going trip with not much to show for my efforts. My mate Ian, though, had managed a couple of nice carp after I’d left, and he’d also spotted a few milling about in my water. That gave me some confidence—I clearly hadn’t been far off.Still, what really concerned me as I prepped for this session was the weather. The wind had swung round to the north, which usually spells trouble at this time of year. A cold northerly can kill sport dead, and with autumn knocking on the door, I wasn’t sure how the carp would react. On the flip side, the sun was shining, and with it came a surprising warmth, even with the chill of the breeze.After a good chat with Ian, weighing up our options, I decided to give the same swim another go before trying the island again. We’d seen a very good fish show over there the previous morning, a big carp that looked to be every big, even from 300 yards away. I knew the fish were here—it was just a case of proving it by getting one on the bank.Tight lines and be lucky!