“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…
I managed to squeeze in an extended May Bank Holiday trip to the NW Highlands last month with my girlfriend. It was more about enjoying the scenery, having a relatively relaxing few days and soaking up the almost unheard of…
Last year’s annual fishing holiday blog post kicked off with something about how I’d left it late, the leaves were starting to fall and the fishing was season coming to a close etc but I did at least have…
“Well this could be the last time This could be the last time Maybe the last time I don’t know.” Once again I find myself finally getting round to documenting this year’s annual Assynt Gairloch fishing holiday whilst the leaves…
It’s October. edit:In fact no it’s now November. The trout season is over, nights are drawing in, leaves are changing colour and falling off the trees and yet there has been no annual fishing holiday blog. Disgraceful. I’ve…
Naked and soiled, I stumble from the blood stained bed, pour myself a Martell and make my way to the window. Leeds. Shhhiit I’m still only in Leeds. Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in Gairloch…. …