Wild Fish from Wild Places
Loch Dionard – if I was given the opportunity to spend my last twenty minutes on this earth in any place I desired it would be here, no hesitation, no doubt, it would be here. At the start of a drift just off the tiny islet and onto the rocky shore where salmon lie a mere rods length from the jagged loch side stones.
I love a bit of harmless poaching. It has to be with a fly rod, not impact anybody else’s days fishing and preferably be from a bit of water owned by some absentee English aristocrat.
t’s January 3rd and I’m angry. I’ve just got back from walking Lexi round the orchard and I’ve found the trees are budding, with one even sprouting two partially unfurled leaves – it’s just turned into the New Year for God’s sake – it’s not right! It’s undeniable we are in the midst of a climate crisis – let’s do something!
