The Strolling Bones

The dark days down to Christmas paw Like horses at an earthen floor When all the ghosts of autumn pass away And ragged squads of starling...

Autumn is the second spring When every leaf is in flower Albert Camus The boy Camus played in goal for a team that twice won the North ...

God, I hate it when the clocks go back. Dark at five. Horrible. Caught yet more skate last week, plus too many whiting. On Sunday I did th...

Sea fishing locally this summer has been poor, so we've been hoping we'd get a run of codling this autumn. Unfortunately, they appea...

I've been fishing the "large Suffolk stillwater" over the past month, with reasonable success. First proper session was with W...

Preparing for the trip to the Isle of Skye, Goozgog said " What do you want me to bring ? ". I said " Everything's organi...

That feeling being the melancholy of late summer. Next to no fishing, just a few small bass and a handful of big reservoir roach.  Weat...