Tonight I was swiping absentmindedly through photographs on my phone as I often do, when I faltered on a handful of shots from last September: pictures of a tiny, boulder strewn Cumbrian beck. Unassuming in appearance, but possessing a wild, intimate beauty, and, as it transpired, a plucky population of beautiful wild trout. Immediately I…… Continue reading Scaled Down.
Dark, big in the head, thin after a long winter, and only a few ounces in weight – it wasn’t exactly the trout of an angler’s dreams. Nevertheless, this diminutive brownie, winkled out of a small beck this Saturday on the worm, was as valuable to me as if it were a fat three pounder.…… Continue reading Off The Mark.