Float, Flight and Flannel

In the night it was minus five (apparently). Today, it did not get above a balmy freezing point all day.  Can there be enjoyment in this, we...

PRE-CHRISTMAS Sinking into the marsh, subsequent steps no deeper than before but each consistently sucked in by the peat-like soil...

When big canal roach first became the object of the new found angling affections some four years ago the old match fishing bread punch me...

The limitations to fishing on highly trafficked relatively shallow canals are obvious to those who have experienced the dubious pleasure but...

Decades ago The Old Duffer, now officially retired from the angle (unless I can tempt him from time to time), used to take me to all m...

There was an air of change. In a period of a few increasingly short days waterside green had tended to straw and higher up some trees di...

Time is a strange concept i'n'it? My whole angling life has been driven by relatively short sessions on a variety of venues, but...

In the dim and distant, the short stretch of canal ventured to this dull dawn would occasionally produce a cupro-nickel adorned weight in...