Friday, 10 February 2017

What is in a name?

Nether Wallop Mill, Hampshire, England

Last autumn I was sitting with the new owner of Kingfisher Lodge on the River Itchen making plans for the coming season. With lots of changes afoot to improve the fishery and a whole new ethos he and his wife, who is originally from China, felt it time for a new name.
After all, there are plenty Kingfisher Lodges and it is fairly generic. So, it was re-christened Qing Ya Xi Lodge, which roughly translated from the Mandarin, means tranquil waters. All rather good we thought.

Different name but still the same

Apparently not, as it prompted a bit of a Twitter-style storm on the Fish & Fly Forum as plenty took umbrage at the change of name. Not very British and a Chinese cultural invasion if I had to sum it up. Who would have thought it? You can take a look at the thread here, though be warned it digresses into very odd territory after someone mentions that it is National Yorkshire Pudding Day.  

Mercifully, moderator Paul Sharman, has closed down the discussion group after it got a bit out of hand (19 pages later) with some rather intemperate remarks. Of course if you really want to get it all going again I should probably tell you that immediately below Qing Ya Xi (pronounced king yah zee) is a beat called Kanara, better known as the region of India famed for saffron. 

I'm sure the fact that it has had that name for as long as I have known it (30 years plus) will be incidental.


I have never, at least until the other day, quite understood what leads people into teaching. The thought fills me with dread but when I received this email and accompanying photo from a mother whose daughter Imogen has been on our Fish Camps, I think I saw the light. 

It read:

The sign of a well-spent youth ....
"Imogen is 11 years old and a pupil at Prince's Mead.  She has attended all the camps I have organised through the school with Fishing Breaks and for Christmas she had a fly tying kit, she was 'hooked' when Alan [Middleton] taught her. 

She does this every day in her bedroom when she gets home from school, before she changes out of her uniform! 

I thought you might like to see it.  So important to 'catch' them young."

Alan, take a bow, along with both Steve and Bob who also run the camps.

I am delighted to say that, such is the success of the Fish Camps that we are expanding the scope of them this coming summer. For those who have been before, or young teens, I am especially excited about the new River Camp.

We really are taking to the river for all three days starting with an intensive chalkstream day on the Upper Test at Bullington Manor. Day two is all about getting your hands dirty with a specially commissioned restoration project on the Wallop Brook led by Andy Thomas from the Wild Trout Trust. 

The final day will be more relaxed, time for some leisurely fishing but not before we've given them all a crash course in 'How to be a Fishing Guide'. After all, parents and siblings might do with a bit of help from time to time!

For more details of this and the other 2017 Kids Camp options click here.


I suspect there are very few of us who haven't owned a Haynes Manual during our lifetime. Mine, I have to confess, was an unmitigated disaster. I have the mechanical aptitude of a mole, but I was sucked in by those wonderful exploded drawings that made fitting a new exhaust system so damn easy. Well, that was but only after the car had been towed to the local garage minus bits of the old exhaust and the new one still in its box.

However, I'm a lot more confident taking on guidance from the latest addition to the Haynes library, the Fly Fishing Manual: The Step-by-Step Guide. It is written by Mark Bowler, who many of you will know as the editor of Fly Fishing and Fly Tying magazine.

The 192 pages are packed with illustrations and photos on all types of fly fishing, for all the species you are likely encounter. It is right up-to-date, with even a section on tenkara fishing, something I am yet to try. 

If you want a great primer to give to someone who is starting out in fly fishing, you will not go wrong with Mark's book. 


Three random teasers to test your brain. It is just for fun and the answers are at the bottom of the page
1)      What is the origin of the word heckling?

2)      What hobby does a toxophilite indulge in?

3)      What does an ethologist study?

PS The last quiz sparked all sorts of correspondence regarding the only two countries named The [insert name]. 

Here is the definitive list issued by the Foreign and Commonwealth Office from the rather bizarrely named transparency data list.

Have a good weekend and/or half term

Best wishes,
Simon Signature 
Founder & Managing Director  

Quiz answers: 1) Heckling is removing the knots from wool 2) Archery 3) Animal behaviour

Monday, 30 January 2017

How not to pack

I am feeling both smug and faintly ashamed at my latest effort at packing. Here is the layout for my current bone fishing trip. Pretty compact I'm sure you'll agree and as you read this I should be gliding across azure blue flats with our trusty guide Walter barking casting orders with all the very best of intentions.

'Ten o'clock. Twenty yards. Wait. Wait, Waaaaait. Strip, Strip. STRIPPPPP!' You get the idea.

He is a hard taskmaster and we are his not-always-competent acolytes.  I don't mind being shouted at. I'll never do enough saltwater fly fishing to get really good and let's be honest those local eyes mean the difference between ten fish and one on any given day. So I take it on the chin when he chides me for my mistakes, for despite the thousands of fish he must guide to hand each season, he still seems to get more joy from my success than I do. And that is quite a thing, not to mention being the mark of a good guide.

What, you must be wondering, is all the shame about? Well, it is my chalkstream packing. Now you might think after all these years I'd have honed it down to the essentials. Not a bit of it. I have this cavernous Orvis bag of the wheeled variety that would bankrupt me in excess luggage fees should I ever fly Ryanair.

Rods? There are about six of various configurations though five rarely see water. Reels? The same. Flies? Actually I am pretty blameless here having eliminated all but twenty or thirty patterns, plus the seasonal Mayfly box. However, I do rather fail in that I will carry at any one time three or four dozen of each, plus a variety of sizes. I think I have every Parachute Adams hook size from 12-26. In truth at the smaller end of the scale it is more about fishing guide bragging rights as I can barely see the miniscule ones to tie them on.

Spools of tippet material proliferate; I don't bother with tapered leaders - too expensive. Lotions and potions in the form of Gunk, Gink and sunscreen are confined to leak proof baggies. Lots of Fishing Breaks baseball caps. Well, they make for good marketing giveaways. Numerous pairs of sunglasses. Tubes of plastic for gutted fish. Two gutting knives; someone will always lose one in the river. Even a cigarette lighter. I haven't smoked in three decades but I soon learnt as a guide that a client with a cigarette but no way of lighting it makes for a very long day on the river. It once even got me a book contract, but that is another story.

I think ultimately the problem with my chalkstream packing is that I'm trying to cater for every eventuality. My family in particular have this astonishing ability of arriving at the river with absolutely nothing and feeling no shame about it.  I have become the repository of everything you might ever want on a river. It is a burden in more ways than one.


At my local squash club we were having all sorts of problems with players wearing black soled shoes which leave unsightly scuff marks on the blonde wood floor that are tough to remove. Every squash player should know this but plenty forget or ignore the requirement to only wear suitable footwear despite prominently displayed notices exhorting compliance.  

Then someone, I guess a disciple of nudge theory, had a bright idea. Let's replace the current notices with ones that read: PLEASE CHECK YOUR OPPONENT IS WEARING NON-MARKING SHOES BEFORE STARTING PLAY. Voila, problem solved.

This small victory came to mind as I read the 2015-16 Annual Fisheries Reports from the Environment Agency. I highly commend these 16 reports, though you might be pleased to hear you need not read them all. Each one represents a particular region of England and Wales so you'll easily find those relevant to you.  However, what really did disappoint me was that fact that the opening pages of each report from every region focus on rod licence checks and prosecutions, with a bit too much Soviet-style glee for my liking.

Now this is clearly a directive that has come from on high. I don't suppose for one minute that of all the really great stuff the local EA people get excited about the rod licence checks are high on the list. But clearly their Whitehall masters think differently.  And that is a shame. Go to the later pages in the regional reports to read some really wonderful stuff that is doing a great deal to revive wild fish populations of all sorts, covering not just the big name migratory fish but also sometimes passed over species such as roach.

The EA really should be loved; they deserve it for much of the work they do but waving the Big Brother enforcement stick is a PR own goal. Aside from the fact that nobody reading these reports is likely to be a licence evader, it is telling the story of the bad when the good should be shouted from the roof tops. Sure, mention the prosecutions if you must (only 65 in the Solent and South Downs region during the past twelve months) but relegate them to the back pages. In fact, let us go one step further to save that effort by removing fishing licence evasion from the list of criminal offences.

This brings me back to my squash story where peer group pressure became a silent, but potent weapon. The simple fact that your opponent might be monitoring your shoes was enough to ensure compliance. Nobody ever does check or ask, but that is the beauty of it.

So, let us simply make it obligatory for all anglers to display their licence somewhere where it can be seen whilst fishing. Or maybe create a pin to be worn with pride in hat or lapel. For if shorn of the need to be the angling policemen the EA can become the good guys where people buy a licence because they know it is the right thing to do.

I for one, when we have a justice system that is straining every sinew, feel increasing uncomfortable that the criminal code is being used for a transgression that at the very worst requires a fixed penalty. We are wasting the valuable time of our volunteer bailiffs, thousands of police hours and millions of pounds in court cases. There is a better way. It just takes a bold vision and some faith in human nature.

Oh, I forgot about the conkers, which is a nugget of a story that demonstrates how random and unexpected fish kill incidents can be. On the Rother in Sussex a report came in of dead brown trout. All the usual poison suspects were investigated, leaving the EA officers scratching their heads until the piscicide (new word to me) Saponin was discovered. But where had this unusual substance come from?

Eventually the source was located to a giant horse chestnut tree that had shed its conkers on to the road below. Passing cars had in turn crushed the fruit, releasing the toxin which was in turn washed into the river after a sudden downpour. It is a story worthy of Agatha Christie but apparently North American tribes were fishing in a similar manner many centuries ago.


The new cabin is taking shape .......


Three random teasers to test your brain. It is just for fun and the answers are at the bottom of the page
1)      Beside The Gambia what is the one other country in the world with a name that starts with The ......  ?

2)    Haynes Manuals are more commonly associated with cars, but who recently wrote the Haynes Guide to Fly Fishing?

3)      What three fish comprise a Florida Grand Slam?

Have a good weekend.

Best wishes,
Simon Signature 
Founder & Managing Director  

Quiz answers: 1)   The Bahamas   2) Mark Bowler, editor of Fly Fishing & Fly Tying. [Review in next Newsletter]  3) Permit, tarpon and bonefish.

Thursday, 12 January 2017

My otter friends are back

My otters are back and it is not a good time to be an overwintering rainbow trout in the lake here at Nether Wallop Mill.

Usually from November to March they have a blessed life. No pesky anglers turning the water to foam. No strange coloured, sharp things interrupting the daily routine. Just the fast, clear waters of winter, with enough nymphs to snack on during daylight hours, plus a shadow that arrives twice daily dispensing tasty pellet treats.

But come nightfall chaos reigns. If I don't first hear the otters I will hear the fish. Glooping swirls as they twist beneath the surface to escape hungry jaws. Desperate splashes as they leap from the water. They retreat to the darkest, deepest sections of the lake for safety. The morning after the night before is always evident to me; it takes a brave trout to abandon his hidey hole even when tempted by the lure of pellets. For a while the food will lie untouched on the surface instead of the usual instantaneous feeding frenzy. But eventually hunger gets the better of the night time survivors as they poke their noses over the parapet in dribs and drabs.

Despite the carnage, it is good to have the otters back. They don't appear every night, I'd say two out of three nights, arriving with a chorus of highly voluble 'eeks' soon after dark. You don't need a still, windless night to hear they have arrived. At this time of year I'll be able to hear the calls over the sound of the early evening news as they keep tabs on each other.

This time around I am fairly sure the family is the mother and two cubs; two years ago it was mother plus four, though one pup died early on. They are, I guess, around 3-4 months old so still firmly hanging on to the apron strings. Otter pups, especially the females, will stay with the mother until they are 12 months old. They need to be taught how to hunt, a laborious process, and should the mother die before they reach that first anniversary the pups will, in all likelihood, die of starvation. Such is the scale of maternal dependence that infant otters even have to be taught to swim. In case you are wondering where the father is, don't. His contribution began and ended at the conception.

So, as the countdown to a new season continues, I suspect I am losing five good trout a week though the attrition rate will increase as the pups grow bigger. At that rate I estimate we will have around thirty fish left in the lake, which will be close to being the fittest, most wily and turbo-charged rainbows on the planet.

And do I mind the attrition? Well, I used to but I don't any longer. There is something magical about otters, for so long extinct from this part of the world. The other night the mother left one of the pups on the island for most of the night as she patrolled her territory. Every so often the pup let out a tentative eek that echoed across the dark, a sort I'm-here-don't-forget-me call. For hours it went unanswered until a distant reply came, the chattering increasing exponentially as the distance between the two narrowed until combined they splashed down the lake and off to find a holt ahead of the upcoming dawn.


I don't know about you but I always think of insects as very local, barely straying more than a few hundred yards between the place of birth and death. But apparently not.

Painted Lady butterly - one of our 'immigrants'
A recent study from Exeter University makes this view look very parochial. Apparently somewhere up there in the skies above us a staggering 3.5 trillion insects are arriving to the United Kingdom on a northwards migration as summer approaches, returning southwards before autumn takes a hold. It is truly a massive number, 3,500,000,000,000 in good old longhand, making the migration of songbirds at 30 million pale into insignificance. 

The data, built up over ten years, measured insects flying in at heights from a few hundred to thousands of feet in the air, where they sometimes reach speeds of 30-45mph, presumably carried on winds or thermals. The recordings don't tell us the origin of the insects but we do know that they arrived (and departed) over either the North Sea or the English Channel.

Who were these intrepid invertebrate travellers? Well, it wasn't just confined to larger and apparently hardier species such as butterflies, ladybeetles or moths. The vast majority of the insects were tiny creatures like cereal crop aphids, flies and midges.

What is actually quite fascinating is how they find their way here. At first glance you'd think it is a random get-yourself-up-in-the-air and hope for the best, but that is no way for any species to survive thousands of years of evolution. No, believe it or not, the medium and larger insects do have a compass mechanism that allow them to take flight, assess the wind direction before catching the breeze or returning to ground to await more favourable conditions.

I'm going to show our insect pals just a little more respect from now on.


This is not the best video clip in the world (note to self: buy iPhone 8 with enhanced zoom) but it gives you some idea of the spawning activity currently happening on the headwaters of the Test.

I've seen this fish for a few days. He lies inert over the redd for long minutes at a time before, as if electrified, flipping on his flank to power down as if attacking the gravel indentation before returning to rest.

Hope a mate arrives soon!

No theme this time around, just three random teasers. It is just for fun and the answers are at the bottom of the page
1)    What would you be scared of if you suffered from paraskevidekatriaphobia?

2)    How heavy is a fully grown male otter?

3)    How many eggs would a 1lb brown trout lay?  200, 800, 1600, or 2,400


Diane keeps a low profile
It is strange how marketing has changed with the advances of technology. When I first started Fishing Breaks the new brochure was the marketing 'event' of the year, firing the starting gun for bookings.

Months of preparation and creative energy went into each annual edition. The office would be piled high with boxes and mailing labels, the drudgery of stuffing envelopes sparking many a weird conversation into the late hours. Then there was the heated discussion as to posting date and the optimum day for it to drop through your letter box.

Today it is all very different. Yes, we do produce a brochure but it is not the critical thing it once was and we don't do a mass mailing. However, it is sometimes helpful to have something in your hand as a point of reference so if you would like a copy of the 2017 Edition please ping me an email confirming your address.

Enjoy the snow!

Best wishes,
Simon Signature 
Founder & Managing Director  

Quiz answers: 1) Friday 13th   2) 22-26lbs so just a little less that a female Cocker Spaniel.  3) 800

Wednesday, 28 December 2016

2016 in Photos

2016 in Photos

Dear Simon,

Before we completely consign 2016 to the dustbin of history there are two more duties to close out the year: voting in the the inaugural Fish & Fly Annual Awards and a quick gallop though a fishing year in photos.

Fish & Fly is one of the great on-line resources for us fly fishers and the ever inventive editor Paul Sharman has given us all the opportunity to give our verdict on the best bit of kit, retailer, fishing guide, personality of the year and much more in the first ever Fish & Fly 2016 Awards Survey. I am delighted to say that Fishing Breaks has been nominated in the Fishing Travel section. Do vote! 

The poll closes on January 2nd; click here to vote.


This is the most popular photo I have ever posted on social media. Only in Stockbridge would you be greeted at dawn by a man in waders, crossing a zebra crossing with a scythe over his shoulder on the way to work. Long may it continue.


When all about you is bleak one gorgeous fish can brighten a drab winter day.


Cow parsley heads in a frosted water meadow.


They may have come last in the One Fly but they seem mighty happy about it!


By my estimation only a 137 days to go ......


Duncan Weston, who was there with me in the trenches from the early days of Fishing Breaks right up until he retired due to ill health a couple of years ago, died on June 8th, his 76th birthday.


Our first ever Kids Fish Camp that ran for five days in July. 


Dusk on the River Nadder in Wiltshire with nothing but a few sheep, a last fluttering of sedges and glooping trout for company. Perfection


Yes, such is the parlous state of our native water vole that we rear them in captivity for re-populating otherwise barren rivers. This is one of a 110 released on the River Meon. PS The Pringle can is a cunning device to scoop them from the carrying cage - voles bite hard and don't let go!


This was the moment the Mop Fly arrived in the UK ...........


Dawn and -7C at The Bends on the River Test just upstream of Stockbridge this morning. It felt like it looks.


Our fly fishing capital town Stockbridge is looking very festive this year thanks to a big effort by all those who live and trade on the High Street, including lighting up the river.


Six fins to test your knowledge; they are all freshwater. Answers at the bottom of the page. It's just for fun!

My thanks to Chris Cooper (no relation ) for the  February grayling photo and Minnie Cooper (relation) for the May mayfly photo. And in case you have scrolled all the way down, please don't forget to vote in the Fish & Fly Awards poll.

All the best for 2017.

Best wishes,
Simon Signature 
Founder & Managing Director  

Quiz answers: 

Rainbow trout pectoral fin.                    Perch dorsal fin
Grayling dorsal fin                                 Brown trout dorsal fin
Atlantic salmon adipoise fin                   Mirror carp pectoral fin