About me

I started tying flies one winter because the rivers were too cold to fish and my hands needed something to do. Fifteen years on I still tie at the same corner of the kitchen table, with a lamp, a vise and a cup of tea that goes cold.

The water I fish is small: creeks you can step across, pools the size of a kitchen and trout no longer than my hand. I am not an expert and I do not catch many. I write down what I tie, what I carry and what I see, so that you can start sooner than I did.

Each Sunday there is one fly, one river and one small lesson. The pattern packs, guides and courses are everything I wish someone had handed me in my first year.