Barbel Mayhem

I woke this Sunday morning thinking that fishing would be out of the question for the day, what with all the other things that had to be done. On Saturday we'd spent a fortune on fixtures and fittings for the two projects that have taken over every free second of all our days - our new gallery, which opens to the public on 27th of November, and my new painting studio

Golden October

My best mate John came up to Coventry on Saturday, and because the weather forecast was so good for Sunday, we just had to go fishing. Where to actually go fish was down to me, and that proved a difficult decision to make. It would be a river, but which one, and where?

Tackle review: Korum barbel net, hooks and luggage

Somehow or other, without making any conscious effort to, I have ended up buying a lot of Korum gear in recent months. I must look a right tackle slut on the bank with all my matching paraphernalia

Bracing stuff

There will be days when the fishing is better than one's most optimistic forecast, others when it is far worse. Either is a gain over just staying home. Roderick Haig-Brown

I had planned for Sunday, but woke at 7am this Saturday morning only to hear Radio 4 telling me to hastily change tack and make damn sure that if I wanted to fish this weekend coming, then it must be today, or not at all

Hoofing for Zander

Walking Molly is a serious business. A wayward child, anxious to learn, difficult to teach, eager to please and prone to falling into water. I think she loves watery places too much, likes to get in them rather than just look at them, and never seems to want to return to the house until thoroughly drenched