Spring; the season of hope lies ahead.

The river Culm was raging today. An express train of uninviting slate grey water with a heavy cargo of flotsam of all kinds. All fish life had their heads down and were wearing tin helmets. The coarse fishing season is waving a white flag to nature‚Äôs relentless ravaging. On the plus side there was aContinue reading “Spring; the season of hope lies ahead.”