
I think there are merits in being slow to judge. I was out on a river with a friend last season (or was it the one before?), on a fiercely windy day. It was easy to become discouraged in the face of that difficulty. We had fished a long stretch of river and he was tired, but I wanted to fish through the last pool near the road, before we walked back to the car. I had given up on the day, but for a last chance in that pool. He seemed to have done so too: Adjudged the day

Flowers about to burst open…a season about to open.

experiencing the essence of stillwater trouting in the depths of winter

Engineering beauty, old friends and enjoying the act of maintenance.