The Strolling Bones

Back running and back on the river. Had a niggly injury that's been stopping me from getting out running properly, but, fingers crossed ...

The end of 2021 that is. December. Darkness creeping in by mid afternoon, feels like things are slowing down, drawing to a close. It's b...

  Lots of this and that this week. Whatever that means. Bit of work gardening, walked there and back, a twelve mile round trip. I was channe...

Ýes and it's a bloody good job it is too because I'm not catching much right now. The pike pit really is one of those places where t...

Yes, more poiking. Took the moon faced Bomber, Bazza along at the weekend. He wanted to catch his first decent pike. I warned him of my rece...

I thought I'd better mention it before you did. Before you take this piss further I'll have you know my mum knitted it. Makes my for...

The old days being forty odd years ago. It seems impossible but it is so. Id fished the pit since I started fishing as an eleven year old ...