• On coastal waters flyfishing for bass

    ‘I had my existence. I was there.
    Me in my place and the place in me.’

    Seamus Heaney

  • Uncoding ALL LANDSCAPES

    The timeless waves, bright, sifting, broken glass, Came dazzling around, into the rocks, Came glinting, sifting from the Americas. – S.Heaney

  • From the reef to the kelp forest

    I thought the earth
    remembered me, she
    took me back so tenderly, arranging
    her dark skirts, her pockets
    full of lichens and seeds. I slept
    as never before, a stone
    on the riverbed, – M.Oliver

  • ACTIVELY PATIENT

    It don’t do you no nevermind to tell nobody nothing. – T.McGuane

  • TIME INVESTED

    A man is never lost at sea. – E.Hemingway

  • THE LONG REACH OF THE FLY

    The sea is the sea. The old man is an old man. The boy is a boy and the fish is a fish. The shark are all sharks no better and no worse. All the symbolism that people say is shit. What goes beyond is what you see beyond when you know. – E.Hemingway

  • With principles of least time

    Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
    Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
    Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
    Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
    Claspest the limits of mortality! – PB.Shelley

  • WHERE WHEN

    But that is not the question. What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. – S.Beckett

  • From Autumn Transition

    Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising. – R.Carver

  • Through to Summer Threshold

    I know I’m a long way from greatness, but I am beginning to come at it in my own way. I can go through the basic motions pretty well, don’t rely quite as religiously on specific fly patterns as I once did, have worked out ways of compensating for some of my most egregious weaknesses and have come to count heavily on timing because it’s a hell of a lot easier to catch fish when the fish are biting. – J.Grierach

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I believe that saltwater fly-fishing places us deep in the coastal heart of the natural locations we discover whilst pursuing the fish. Catching the fish on the fly is often about these places, where and when, but its also about much more; its about being immersed in the things we sense on the way, there and back. The good moments, the fun, the challenges we face, the learning, and the technique through… Read More

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The challenge

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 Posted on August 18, 2022

All things

All things passA sunrise does not last all morningAll things passA cloudburst does not last all dayAll things passNor a sunset all nightAll things passWhat always changes? Earth…sky…thunder…mountain…water…wind…fire…lake… These changeAnd if these do not last Do man’s visions last?Do man’s illusions? Take things as they come All things pass All things Pass Lao Tzu (from translations adapted by Timothy Leary [1920-1996])

 Posted on August 13, 2022

WHERE WHEN

But that is not the question. What are we doing here, that is the question. And we are blessed in this, that we happen to know the answer. Yes, in the immense confusion one thing alone is clear. – S.Beckett

 Posted on August 6, 2022

Solstice

 Posted on June 21, 2022

Path

 Posted on June 13, 2022

Coast

 Posted on June 12, 2022

Becoming

Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. Cormac McCarthy

 Posted on May 17, 2022

Flow

 Posted on May 16, 2022

May

When I looked down from the bridgeTrout were flipping the skyInto smithereens, the stonesOf the wall warmed me. Wading green stems, lugs of leafThat untangle and bruise(Their tiny gushers of juice)My toecaps sparkle now Over the soft fontanelOf Ireland. I should wearHide shoes, the hair next my skin,For walking this ground: Wasn’t there a spa-well,Its coping grassy, pendent?And then the spring issuingRight across the tarmac. I’m out to find that village,Its low… Read More

 Posted on May 1, 2022

Catch and Release

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