Moor Flung Dung We returned from our holiday in late August, just in time to get a new reservoir permit, but unfortunately didn't return to our apartment in Pockfulham. Instead we went to a new one in Repulse Bay, our furniture and personal belongings had all been moved for us while we were on holiday.
First Blood! All week I’d been pestering Paul about his spinning technique; which spinner, what depth, style of retrieve and so on. Paul was his usual dry self and just told me he’d been doing everything to induce a take. By the point he hooked and landed the fat Jack he forgotten what he’d done
This weekend the weather has been diabolical. It's been so bad that our annual Air Show didn't quite take off. Oh, the planes were up there, all right, we could hear them, but as for actually seeing anything much â€“ forget it. Rain and wind rattled window panes, had birds and squirrels clinging on to
I’ve been told that the secret of becoming a really good charterboat skipper is to sink a boat early on in your career. The logic behind this advice, apparently, being that it is similar to when you first learn to drive. They say you've got to have one accident - everybody does - so the
How to lose lures and not influence fish It was nearing half past one in the morning in the rusty old van. We were reflecting on yet another mad gig, this time in Hinckley. Playing in a thrash band can be a dangerous thing, and we’d caused another near riot in an ill-prepared pub. Still,