A tied fishing gly

The Dry Fly

The clamour of excited children distracted Andy from the catalogue that lay open on the counter before him. Half a dozen freshly sun-creamed children were clambering over the steps of the harbour pontoon propelled by the prospect of crabbing.

Soixante-et-un

Where does the time go? Well a few years were spent in the fine city of Norwich, to which I’ve returned this anniversaire for both an outing and a trip down memory lane.

The Dao of broken things – 1/132

Remember the first mobile phone you held? The internet’s first whisper? For a time, the digital revolution seemed extraordinary, efficient, cool; and for motorbikes, precisely governed by a myriad of electrical sensors and simple, solid state, controllers.