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…

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…
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,…
“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…
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…
The 2018 annual fishing holiday had a difficult and complex inception spanning several pages of WhatsApp discussion, much Outlook perusing and a bit of green card acquisition. I’ve catalogued the problems before so I won’t cover old ground too…
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…
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…. …