Of Esox & observations

As the nights start drawing in and the seasons shift once more, my house seems to become the local Air B&B for many uninvited but (mostly) welcome guests.

I am essentially, deep down, still the same little boy who couldn't get to sleep if I knew my dad was going to take me fishing tomorrow, the same little boy who woke up hours before the alarm was meant to sound and then couldn't get back to sleep because I

As well as adventures down by the river, photographing beavers, August has also seen Evelyn and I turning the moth trap on to see what we could find in the garden.

With the exceptionally hot weather of late, getting outside with the children during daylight hours has felt somewhat of an impossibility, none of us cope well in the heat!

It was around 04:15 on Sunday morning when I arrived at my chosen swim, the blackness of night just beginning to succumb to the inky blue of dawn on the eastern horizon.

As you may be able to guess from my lack of blog content recently, I have been struggling.

I’d like to begin this post by saying thank you so much to everyone who read my last bit of writing about The Nature of Grief.

I’ve been writing these blog posts, so far, from as neutral and factual a standpoint as I possibly can.

Yesterday marked a momentous day for myself and my family, as it was my youngest son’s last day at Primary School.

Elephant Hawk Moth As Summer is now in full swing, and Benno has been doing some excellent writing about his fishing adventures, I thought that it was only fair that I upheld my end of the bargain too and did some writing, so I'm going to tell you about w…

Just thought I'd write a quick update on the fishing in this corner of East Kent recently.

Normally on Fathers Day, dad and I would have met up on the riverbank somewhere before sun rise and then spent the morning fishing and chatting together.

I am well aware that the title of this post has no relevance to the tench fishing project in which I am currently involved, it is however faintly connected.

Since my last blog offering, life has very much got in the way of my fishing career.

You know when you have a really good idea, and then you have to do it?

First of all, I'd like to say a genuine and heartfelt thank you to everyone for the kind words about our Dad, both on the blog and in real life, it means everything to us that he meant so much to so many people.

Early morning sunrise It’s been almost two months since I lost my dad, and life has been a whirlwind of admin, funeral arrangements, house clearing, mine and Benno’s birthdays, and my usual life of parenting three children, mixed with a generous helping of

I am sharing Dylan's eulogy for those who were unable to attend the funeral service and for those of you who want to know more about Dylan's passion for the natural world and how it shaped his entire life.

Hello everyone, we just wanted to let you know that Dylan’s funeral will be on Monday 30th March at 1pm, at Thanet Crematorium.

In the early hours of Saturday 7th March, Dylan, our dad, died peacefully at home surrounded by his family and so much love.

As the clock announced the arrival of, Thursday, 4th December I had successfully made it to my seventieth birthday.

I'd be a complete fool if I said anything other than the fact that my physical (& mental) wellbeing was still a cause for concern - on a personal level.

It was a little before 04.30 hrs, this morning, that Bruno and I headed off down to the RMC for our first session in over two weeks.

Apologies for the recent lack of up-dates, I've not been in a very good place; mentally, of late.

Bruno and I were out on the flatlands, quite early this morning, in order for me to assess the Pike fishing potential of a couple of small drains.

Well I attended this season's first Canterbury/Thanet PAC Regional meeting not having registered a single bite from a Pike, thus far, this season.