My fishing book does not mention the tarpon I hooked on the Belize River. It kept jumping out of the water and on one of these leaps I lifted the tip of my rod and the dead weight broke the line. It does mention a catch in Ethiopia. Continue reading Another Bite
It’s red pin time again. The Owenduff meanders through peat hags in Co Mayo towards the Atlantic. There are clumps of rhododendrons in blossom along its banks. A few scruffy sheep mooch about. The country looks devoid of any human habitation but on inspection there is a sprinkling of small houses.
The chairman of MP Evans (see many previous posts) did an MBA at the Henley Business School on the Thames near Henley, natch, in the late 1980s. My mind resolutely refuses to grapple with anything serious but retains trivia and I recall the first exercise he was set at HBS. Continue reading Going Green
Old Etonian actor and good egg, Moray Watson, died earlier this month aged eighty-eight. He was an excellent supporting actor, often stealing the show. As he got older parts weren’t so easy to come by and he started doing one-man shows. Continue reading Moray
I am partial to reclining effigies like the Fettiplaces and this is a cracker in the South Transept of Bath Abbey. I saw it yesterday. Continue reading Two Recliners
A Scandi-noir TV series was recommended to me last week: Follow the Money. The second series has just finished so I am not an early adopter The forecast is for rain in London most of this week so, unseasonably, it may be an opportunity to get started on it. Continue reading Scandi-noir
Some readers live overseas and will inevitably feel marginalised by many posts. Indeed, if you live as far away as Shepherd’s Bush you may feel a bit left out. Continue reading London Guide
I am usually at home but one year I was in Warsaw, another I was on an aeroplane, so Robert had to do it for me, once I was in France and one year I forgot. Continue reading Casanova