Time is but the stream.
“Time is but the stream I go fishing in” (Henry David Thoreau) My two stepsons, Joe and Sam, were keen boyhood fishermen and so naturally Yetholm loch was a favourite haunt. Tackling up, hooking up herring dead bait, untangling snags, tying on spinners, cultivating maggots: we did it all in pursuit of the pike and […] Continue reading →