Another bleak day in Norfolk, and hard to believe this is the start of July – though of old I... Read More
Monday, my first day back on the three mile beat of upper Bure that I rented forty years ago. It... Read More
It’s a cold, dank day, with a vicious Northerly wind blowing down the valley. Hardly what I’d expect for the... Read More
In 1981, I rented a three mile stretch of the upper Bure around the village of Saxthorpe in North Norfolk.... Read More
So, Monday, I caught trout, but a fraction of the basket I would have expected back in 1981 when I... Read More