I am delighted to be writing this foreword to a book that Graeme Whiting has talked about writing for many years. It also allows me the...

I woke up to a beautiful, sunny, copper-coloured autumn morning, and as I opened my bedroom window I could feel a soft, warm breeze, the...

My passion for fishing had its true genesis from when I was given for Christmas by my dear mother, Ernest Hemingway’s book ‘The Old Man...

This short, true story began one evening while I was passing by a chip-shop in Maple Cross, Hertfordshire, with Mark Knopfler of Dire...