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Detach – Let it Go.

Published on January 9th, 2018 by

I don’t know how much longer. Who does? Eden is collapsing, an entire ecosystem. Think of it, without all the spin, the propaganda, the politics, the motives of those who are just not good people – because they simply do not, really, care one iota beyond their short-term, shallow existence in this shared space and


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Last Dance with Mary Jane

Published on October 3rd, 2017 by

It was a better age you helped bring us through, shared with us. Thank you, Tom Petty, for the sounds, and your lovely voice. Season closed now in France, and we move into grayling time on Eden. Strange year; contrasts, as always, but this year, so marked. The further degradation of Eden at the hand


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Time running out

Published on September 5th, 2017 by

Funny, if it wasn’t so disastrously, catastrophically wrong. The end of an ecosystem. The way a river dies. A northern, beautiful, precious river. In England, where there is not much left. And all of us in denial. If not in denial, then struggling, yes struggling, to shout about it and reverse the trend; reverse the inevitable


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Wait for her

Published on August 2nd, 2017 by

Of course, there are those out there who want to do it all down. So be it. Their world is so much the smaller. Best, finally, to ignore them and… just get on with it. Busy, but how I want it to be. An English interlude. Cumbria, Yorkshire, Lancashire. Now, there’s a mixture; while at


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Like coming home

Published on June 30th, 2017 by

It was a long time coming, but finally, I managed my England team in the 2017 IFFA Rivers International on the delightful River Ebbw in South Wales. I am so grateful to have had this experience. It has shown me just what it is I have missed since I retired from team selection, back in


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Of photogenic fish, a Welsh river and England team members, and passing on.

Published on May 23rd, 2017 by

Lovely time with my team (England River Team, 2017) on the Ebbw in South Wales. I cascade back through the years while I am with them, back to happy, exciting times, when we seemed to be at the frontier of our sport. Our passion. In beautiful places. It is so fulfilling, and something of an


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Wish you were here

Published on April 25th, 2017 by

Hiatus – because I never like writing when I have little to say. What is the point? Though, actually there is a lot I could say, about the Eden; but it is breaking my heart. More of the same, very negative, and I am getting so tired of it. I really, really cannot understand how it is that it


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Letting go and walking on.

Published on February 28th, 2017 by

It feels like a reconstruction, a metamorphosis. Certainly a relief; another chance. To have come through this winter, which has been horrid for a number of reasons, to the dawn of another trout season. Yes, a relief. I was out several times on Eden, and caught a few beautiful grayling on the nymph, but my heart is


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My sport, my country; how it was, and how it can be again.

Published on November 22nd, 2016 by

All we had become, all that we had aspired to, and achieved. Then won and lost; all gone, drifted into memory. Just like the Great in Britain, lost in that moment in the referendum where we put ourselves before the beautiful greatness of helping the Europe that needed us, again, the others who needed us –


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Thinking in Dry Fly (for just a little longer)

Published on November 3rd, 2016 by

Another trout season has drifted away and autumn hesitates before winter and the shortest days. More memories, more flies cast, though for me most of them have been plume tips. Now, in November, I shall have to think about nymph again for these magnificent Eden grayling, though, it seems, not yet. Not just yet. Amidst the


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