The Strolling Bones

A walk early this morning along the Grange, the lovely late summer smell of the the damp, musty, woods in my nostrils. The overnight rain ha...

I was googling "scepter'd isle" the other day, can't remember why, one thing leads to another on the interweb ( stop snigg...

For your delictation and perusal, I give you my latest cultural recommendations. The comments of BB and TT are especially welcome. Listeni...

Early morning bassing beneath an angry sky. One keeper in the bag before the rain was unleashed. North Essex, officially the driest part...

A dawn session on the river. A calm, humid, misty morning, the silence broken only by the distant calls of oystercatchers and redshanks. Fi...

With the forecast giving fine weather for the week, I set off for Dorset at dawn, intent on a bit of coastal hiking and fishing. By eight I ...

A lovely evening,  so I thought I'd have an hour and see if I could catch a bass. Arrived to find I'd left the bait digging fork beh...