It’s 7:30 in the evening, I’m holed up in a 1 man tent half way up a mountain and I’m defecating into an Asda tie handle freezer bag to the incessant sound of rain drumming against the fly sheet. Only,…
Things get weird in Wales
Last October I managed to swing a weekend away with Stu to go do some pike fishing at our ‘never fail’ venue down in Wales. I shall not name it, but it’s a big man made reservoir with an interesting…
Do you want to join our angling club?
Our little Fly Fishing Club, Roundhay Fly Fishers currently has room for a few more anglers. For what we believe is excellent value at £100 you get access to a mile of the River Wharfe near Burley and a beautiful,…
Isle of Lewis
We were over on Lewis Harris back in September for a family holiday and naturally I packed a rod just in case I managed to ‘get some in’. If you’ve never been, I very much recommend a visit. If you…
2 Go Wrong in Wales
Not a lot to write about here but it’s still going in the blog. Back in November myself and Stu drove down to Wales for a pike fishing mission on a water I’ve fished once before (catching my pb pike)…
Gairloch solo 2022
“Daddy only stares into the distanceThere’s only so much more that he can takeMany miles away something crawls from the slimeAt the bottom of a dark Scottish lake“ Another year another solo escape from the soul destroying, chest-tightening, time-sucking grind…
Tail end brownie
I still need to write up my recent solo to Wester Ross and also a brief bit of fish bothering whilst on a family holiday to Lewis but for now I’m just making a few notes on what might be…
Wild camp in the Southern Uplands
Last month I was once again in the fortunate position to have a window of opportunity to take myself off for a night or two. With all the burgeoning responsibilities associated with home, family and work it’s a far cry…
Wet n’dry
Twitter is addictive, it’s digital crack for the feeble minded (myself included). It’s also a reflection on how messed up the human race has become. You sit there thumbing through pictures of kittens/tanks getting blown up/motivational posts/arguments with death threats…
Nymphmaniac and a French Letter
I barely fished over Winter, what with family commitments, trying to keep fit and lousy weather all occupying/affecting any time not spent at my desk pushing ones and zeros around the ether in an increasingly dull but stressful job. What…