Like Ian - no barbel. One purposely tooled-up trip only got me a biggie...; another, with toy-town feeder tackle on a pre-BBQ morning, a fluked Thames 6-pounder.
Other stuff: a 27-14 small-river common (after which I considered permanently retiring from Angling and finding a south-facing bungalow somewhere in Heaven); some chub (not many, but they included a best-ever whacker of 6-13 - after which retirement beckoned once again); a few very good grayling on fly; a 16-pound pike not many days ago, on fly, after it had swirled menacingly at a fly-hooked diddy grayling, then had half a home-tied budgie chucked at it and promptly got the bird; some nice dace (not big, just pretty) on the trot, ditto some lovely little scale-perfect, "Hey, who re-touched the fins?", roach. All in all a tenth of the fishing days that I have had in other years, but enough to keep me carrying on.