You know, there’s something about fly fishing that just... clicks. It’s not just about catching fish—though that’s part of it—but how the whole experience wraps around you like a quiet morning mist. I’ve stood knee-deep in the Derwent more times than I can count, and honestly? It’s where the noise of the world fades away.

Now, if you’re looking to dip a line into waters that’ll steal your breath, let me point you to a few spots I’ve come to love. Up in the Midlands, Rutland Water’s a gem—clear, sprawling, with trout that’ll test your patience. Grafham’s another favorite; I remember one dawn there, the light skimming the surface like liquid gold. Then there’s Pitsford, Ravensthorpe, Draycote... each has its own rhythm. And the rivers? The Wye’s got a melody to it, all riffles and pools, while the Dove—well, it’s where I learned that fishing’s as much about listening as casting.

Here’s the thing: I’m not just tossing out locations. If you’re itching to learn, I’ll walk you through it—whether it’s reading the current on a chalkstream or tying a fly that actually works (I’ve got a few patterns that’ve saved my dignity more than once). Reservoirs, wild rivers, even those tricky southern streams—just say where, and I’ll help you find the pulse of the place.

Oh, and about those flies? Hand-tied, tested, no two quite the same. Kinda like the fish we’re after, really.

So. Ready to trade stress for the sound of water? Drop me a line—let’s get you hooked.