Float, Flight and Flannel

SHIFTS HAND OVER The moon was brightening and I thought I could sense something breathing, but the sound was continually drowned-out by the ...

The fields rolling and falling though marsh to the rush-lined margins, bleached and wrung-out by winter. A consuming stillness save for...

Kingfisher poised overhead A Long weekend . Long sessions and an unusually long drive. Predators were offering themselves in the min...

Heavy turbidity as the aftermath of snow melt, rain, silt and road salt eased away. The Stream remained fulsome and hearty but since the ...

It was never going to be warm...  SATURDAY Canals would be frozen, as would small lakes and with high water having run-off the loca...

The Stillwater is tough.  So tough that a bite is at the very least a pleasant surprise and, more often in fact, something of a shock...

The midlands canal network can be a treacherous place. Boaters slip into locks; country gentlefolk fall into the water near pubs after da...

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...