The Strolling Bones

Having navigated the worse city in Europe for roadworks, congestion and general chaos ( Hamburg, and I don't care if the facts say diffe...

We'd been in Holland, ooooh.... about an hour and I felt the steering wheel slightly vibrating.  A few miles on it was worse. I slowed d...

Four and a half weeks in the van somewhere in Europe, leaving Wednesday  The packing takes ages, I think there's enough stuff to last a ...

The tides were crap last week. Next to no fish seen on my walks and I didn't even bother to fish. Yesterday, I nipped out for a very qui...

Late morning I set off on the bike, along unmade tracks and tiny lanes, covering a paltry twenty five miles in three hours, such was the fre...

Another very hot day. Nipped down the road to see if I could catch a bass or two on some new lures. Lovely evening,  spoiled somewhat by a h...

Well, the bass and mullet on my metaphorical doorstep have disappeared.  Where there were hundreds of flashing, rolling, jumping fish, now t...