There’s a story behind why there are no flies on me. It is all to do with fishing and I know I have said before, that I am not a lover of fishing. My Dad was a keen fisherman and would often take me along on his day out fishing, but it just wasn’t a… More
W hen I was a young teenager, about 14, it seemed every bod and his dog went fishing. My Dad would set off early on a Sunday morning and head for mid-Wales and the River Lugg. Coincidently, not far from where we live now. Gone Fishing His love was game fishing as opposed to coarse… More