Earning his crust...
My neck of the woods is rarely known as a fly-fishing Mecca. There is a short stretch of ‘trouty’ water on the River Lark to the north of Newmarket and that is the extent of wild game fishing hereabouts.
Our slowly meandering rivers are not lifeless. Thanks to changes in farming practices and reduced chemical run-off, the likes of the Deben, Waveney and Stour are again filling with coarse fish. The Broads are justifiably regarded for their leviathan pike, but it is the estate lake for which Suffolk and Norfolk are arguably most famed in angling circles.
My son, Charlie, and I had watched a few old episodes of , presented by the
