No not those 2 fuckwits. A lamentable attempt to make a punny title but we are where we are, the scenery was bonnie and we we were on the Clyde…. Last month myself, Stu and a man we shall call…
Kinlochleven wild camp
I think this little May mission began with an email from Sport Pursuit. If you are not familiar with them they are an online company that sells outdoor/sports gear at pretty knockdown prices. The offer on the email turned out…
Mini Assynt Blog 2024
Back in May I was a-hankering for a solo fishing expedition but also keen to have a family holiday in Scotland so following the success of last year’s dual purpose mission we decided to use the same formula again. The…
Nice little session on the Wharfe
Today I awoke at 5:50 am and could not get back off to sleep despite having a late night so decided to cut my losses after an hour wasted on social media and get my ass to the Wharfe. I…
Assynt Blog 2023
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,…
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…
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…
A Wild Camp in Lorn
As regular readers of this blog will know, the highlights of my angling calendar were always the annual week’s fishing in either Assynt or Wester Ross in June with mates, followed by a long weekend later in the year in…