Being out guiding and teaching pretty much every day from end March until end October gives me little time for fishing for myself these days and even less time to fish with friends. It’s a good few years now since I had the chance to fish with my old pal Oliver Edwards so I was delighted that we were able to make the time to fish one of our old haunts at the end of September together with another mutual pal Martin Bamforth.

We had a fantastic day reminiscing about old times, memorable fish, fly fishing as it is these days, how it used to be, discussing the state of the nation as regards the fishing in the Yorkshire Dales and generally putting the world to rights. Typically Oliver sent me this email the following day:

Great day…loved every minute, so many memories flooded back. Thankfully the scenery is timeless. It’s also great to see somewhere that, despite the doom and gloom about the state of our rivers, is holdingits own…may even be better than previous. Looking at the day – yes the season was at the fag end, plus it was bloody nippy, and knowing what it can do (kick you in the – you know what’s) I was elated when we latched into the first two good’ns…better in fact than I expected…would have been more or less perfect if Martin had tightened into one.

I am certainly game for a repeat or three.


Well so am I Oliver!

Later today I head off to mid Wales on a “Five Go Forth” adventure for grayling with Chris McCully, John Roberts, Ade Bristow and Rod Calbrade, can’t wait, watch this space for a report.