So, back in October I found myself packing my bags and relocating to the West coast of Scotland. That was an unexpected turn of events. I was overjoyed, of course, to have found work in forestry (which is what I’ve been gunning for since leaving university four years ago), and to be moving to an…… Continue reading Changes afoot.
I did something out of character yesterday. After a particularly tricky winter I’ve had a bit of a falling out with my local stretch of the Wharfe, and when I rolled out of bed early on Sunday morning, the prospect of another tedious expedition combing the water in the hope of a solitary grayling was…… Continue reading Frosty Success.
If I’m totally honest, I really don’t like fly fishing for grayling in winter. Standing waist deep in frigid flows for hours at a time dragging heavy bugs along the bottom is dour, torturous work. Besides, I’m not awfully good at it either, so while a more gifted or perceptive angler may fill his boots…… Continue reading Fluke.
Someone, presumably a lunatic, once said that in order to fully appreciate nature one must experience it in its best and worst weather, and it was these questionable words I held at the front of my mind on Christmas Eve as I trudged grimly along the river. I had no business being there. Since October…… Continue reading Into The Storm