At last…..

It is some years since I began to fall out of love with barbel fishing. It wasn’t the fish that put me off, but the attitude of some anglers left me a little cold. Things began to get a bit too serious – conversations became guarded, bait boxes would be stashed out of sight, andContinue reading “At last…..”

The Wye

Wow. What a river the Wye is. And what a piece of water flows through the gorge at Symonds Yat. It is as stunning a stretch as I have ever fished. We arrived on Sunday afternoon – Merv driving, Chris and I gabbling about the football match the evening before (Saints won 3-1 at Chelsea.Continue reading “The Wye”