I have been lucky. I grew up in a house where my fathers fishing rods and reels, flies and assorted stuff was ever present. I was born into a fishing household. Inevitably as a very young boy I was always going to try and see what all this equipment actually did, and could I make it work? I can still vividly remember the sound of the Hardy reel, the smell of vintage Musclin, the weight of a red fibre glass Mitre fishing rod and the pre tied gut casts with exotic salmon flies in old cigar tins. I was immersed from a very early age and no other hobby comes close to sustaining the passion and enthusiasm that fishing have given me. Fishing has in turn provided a place of distraction, refuge, friendship and of course, utter nonsense. It has provided a still point in a turning world and for that simple realisation I am grateful. This blog is a collection of thoughts, reflections and rambling of an avid fisherman who has been very fortunate to have fished in places of exhilarating beauty for wild fish.

I would like to thank those who have taken photos which appear on this site, or have been generous enough to invite me fishing with them. In no particular order; Patrick Gosling, Mike Perry, Pete Fordham, Ed Dawes, James Woolhouse, Andrew Skirton, Mark Mathias, Anthony Daniell, Rafn Alfredsson, Hugh Colville, James Bleaney, Sarah Hale, Ella and Finn Woolhouse, Jason Jagger and Alejandro Martello. Finally, all fish that were photographed were quickly released.