You ever just wanna... be out there, you know? Not thinking about emails or traffic, just you and the water and the dumb luck of whether a fish decides your little feathery lie looks tasty today. That’s fly fishing for me. Some days it’s all zen—tiptoeing up some Cotswolds chalk stream, watching mayflies dance while a trout eyeballs your drift. Other times you’re knee-deep in the Wye, freezing your arse off, laughing at yourself because that “salmon” was definitely a rock.

Anyway, if you’re even slightly curious, Blue Zulu’s your lot. Been doing this 40 years—long enough to tie flies blindfolded (tried it once after a pint, wouldn’t recommend). We’ll get you sorted whether you’ve never held a rod or just need to un-learn whatever bad habit your uncle taught you back in ‘92. Lessons? Guiding? We’ll even whip up custom flies for the rivers you’re hitting—Oxfordshire’s sneaky little streams, the Usk’s moody pools, wherever.
Oh, and yeah, Cotswold Flyfishers vouches for us, which is nice. Means we haven’t scared all the fish off yet.

(Seriously though, waist-deep in a river at dawn? Nothing like it. Even when you catch absolutely sod all.)