The Strolling Bones

Well, a mini heatwave at least. Four days of baking temperatures up to almost thirty degrees in the east of England. I'm sure one of the...

At last. With a hot, sunny forecast I jumped in the camper and headed into the Fens for some more rudd fishing. Now, as its been horrible we...

"As a fisherman, you belong to no one" Dexter Petley. I was a grumpy sod over the weekend.  We were due to have weekend trip in th...

I'd lost an asp on the first day and had two other hits, but had so far drawn a blank on this particular target, but Im a hungry, determ...

What a river the Lek is. I wanted to stay and learn and catch more, but this is a short trip and I'd a couple of other rivers I wanted t...

Twenty minute drive to Harwich, a long but relaxing ferry crossing to the Hook and after a stock up at the  supermarket we were on our way t...

I was going to say 60 not out, but, you know, let's not tempt fate. In a few days I'll be an inconceivable sixty years old. How did ...