The Fishing Vicar

Ok, so I lied. At the end of August I'd determined that my spring and summer spent in pursuit of tench and crucians was over. It was, I ...

  One of Ernest Hemmingway's best short stories is called "The end of something." It's about a young lad called Nick Adams...

Summer came early this year, but so too has autumn. A warm, sunny and dry May was the prelude to a long, hot summer but even as the the Augu...

There's a line in John Clare's poem All nature has a feeling that offers the thought that "woods, fields and brooks in silence ...

Great pianists become great pianists, in part, by repetition. You don't get to play the Royal Albert Hall (or even the local village hal...

  The late Harry Middleton, who may well be the best angling writer you've never heard of (Google him), declared that "fishing is n...

According to Fun Boy Three aided by Bananarama (or was it the other way round?) "It ain't what you do, it's the way that you do...