As the world disintegrates around us (it’s always been doing that; I think we’re getting used to it) I have been playing around with picture editing, a favourite pastime. This one I particularly like – a view of the River Spey I took from my bedroom at Laggan House in June last year. Somehow the original picture, taken on my entry-level GoPro camera didn’t quite get the feel of it, but when I cropped right in, I realised you could see the river quite clearly through the trees. That, and the ‘hunting lodge’ walls of Laggan, the lead guttering Continue reading
“No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were;
any man’s death diminishes me, because
I am involved in Mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls: it tolls for thee.”
– John Donne.
In these days of endgame this is not politics any more, this is people, cross-Border relationships, fishing friends crossing and recrossing a border several times a year, over time, over decades, with no sea, no natural division.
It is siblings voting yay and nay, husbands and wives too. The elderly, and seventeen-year-olds.
They are voting differently: and they are split roughly down the middle.
The poet Donne’s words ripple and pulse down through time with the truth and stature that gives the power to thrill the Facebook-jaded yeomanry of the internet age.
It is worth listening to what they are saying.
And that’s all this fly-fishing blogger really wants to say. For now.
Stunning afternoon. Was out in the paddocks hacking back super-thistles and brambles with a Wilkinson Sword (machete, not razor).
Then on this last day of summer I saw her.
Ladybird was a feisty model but
Paul caught a salmon yesterday (Thursday) on the Creed (pictured above):
“Well, it wasn’t silver but a fish is still a fish. The Creed in full flood today but never say never *Smile* Unusual for me to cast an extra super fast sink poly tip and 2 inch cone head on a 7 weight single hander but needs must.”
Congrats + as this photo shows it is a beautiful place to be (Lewis).
Or killer whale as I have always called them.
Here’s the latest from Paul on the Isle of Lewis:
All right another Creed but still relevant here, the latest report and (drum roll) fish pics from 2014 Middle Varzuga veteran Paul:
“Perfect water on the River Creed today, 13 fish caught to the rods on what must, on its day, be some of the best Association water around. Rather fun!
“I caught 2 (one rather thin), lost one and helped net another. Also a few finnock. Tomorrow…. well perhaps…”
Well done Paul and keep the faith.
There are lots of Clachans in Scotland. There is one in Dumfriesshire, for example, one or two in Moray and one in the Western Isles.
It is to this latter I take you today, on the trail of my June Middle Varzuga fishing lodge partner, ‘Dry Fly’ Paul, a climate-change scientist at Southampton university during term-time and, during the long academic summer break (he writes without a trace of bitter envy or jealousy) a sportsman who seeks to emulate the great days when folk would head up into the Highlands of Scotland and spend not one or even two weeks up there like normal people on holiday – but three or more weeks.
Now Paul, perhaps in the style of a Buchan-ian hero, may have imagined he’d successfully gone to ground up there until I pressed him via a couple of emails on how the fishing was – and for a couple of fish photos for Henry’s Salmon Adventure – even if they weren’t salmon.
Like other parts of these islands over the last few days, the Western Isles of Scotland have been more or less deluged Continue reading