Small stream fishing

Small stream, big fish

With the sun still shining I headed across to a small, lightly fished chalkstream that wends its way through some serious jungle. This is strangulated fishing at its most challenging but there are some big beasts in the water so I had to be prepared – hefty tippet and a landing net are crucial. Clear […]

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A bird-themed digression

I hope you will forgive a spot of self-indulgence, but I’m so chuffed with my new bird hide I felt compelled to share it. Here’s the background. We moved to this house thirty years ago this year. It’s in a small rural village a few miles south of York; we’re surrounded by farmland. Four or […]

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Pickering Beck

Back on track in the wind and rain

I was half expecting another blank as I headed up to Pickering Beck late morning. The forecast was pretty dire – 11C, gusting 20mph winds and scattered showers. As it happens the car’s thermometer said it was only 7C. Brr! Come on Spring, where are you?! Well, at least some slight solace in the form […]

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River Seven, Yorkshire

Oh dear, that didn’t last long.

Well, my little run of doubling the tally on each outing came to a somewhat abrupt end on the lower part of the Seven today. To be fair the portents weren’t that great. Summer seems to have disappeared as quickly as it arrived; a nasty wind (albeit behind me for most part – thank you […]

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Pickering Beck

And all of a sudden it’s summer!

What a turnaround in the weather. A miserable start to the spring then all of a sudden the sun decides to get its act together and we’re basking in temperatures of 20C. I’m not complaining. Up to the Duchy stretch of the Pickering Beck first to do the regular invertebrate sampling then to have a […]

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Pickering Beck

Wake up trouty, spring’s here! (sort of)

Glory be, the first outing of the new season. The omens were good: the water had come down and there was a break in the grim weather we’d been having lately. The sun was out and the temperature rising – albeit from a brisky 7C, leaving faint steam on the breath. So it was up […]

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