Another bleak day in Norfolk, and hard to believe this is the start of July – though of old I... 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
So, Monday, I caught trout, but a fraction of the basket I would have expected back in 1981 when I... Read More
In 1981, I rented a three mile stretch of the upper Bure around the village of Saxthorpe in North Norfolk.... Read More
Monday, my first day back on the three mile beat of upper Bure that I rented forty years ago. It... Read More