The only person to blame for your situation is you.
We get so used to the gregarious nature of our towns and villages that we forget how crowded our existence has become.
It was a country life, a precious existence.
Angling is just a way of relaxing and escaping in the countryside.
It is this brighter side, the romantic side, the emotional side, that appeals to me.
There’s no such thing as ‘not enough time’ out here in the woods. I don’t even have a watch. Time is my own, categorised as nothing more than ‘morning, afternoon, evening and night’.
Status: the perpetual carrot that entices us from the front and prods us in the back.
I like to start slowly, and then ease up as the day progresses.
Leaving the rat race is easy. All you have to do is quit your job, sell your house, and go and live in a tent in the middle of nowhere. It’s staying out of the rat race that’s tricky.
I wish for a simple life.
Savour a slow-paced contented life.
We have a calling: a need to be close to Nature, where she may cleanse our souls and wash away the stresses of yesterday. It is emotional recompense for the cost of living.
A traditional Englishman drinks tea to the point where his blood has long-since been replaced with an infusion of Ceylon, Assam, and Darjeeling.
Being here is such a contrast to where I’d otherwise be.
I dropped my gardening tools, threw my bicycle over a hedge and went in search of fortunes laid beneath the hangman’s noose.
Cherish the moment and the time in which you live.
Identity and self-belief: a courage that swells from within, borne of waters drunk deeply.
The ever-increasing weight of responsibilities that enmeshes our lives keeps us locked into the system. We become the pulse that keeps the beast alive, but the cost is our own lives. The natural world...
Isolation serves as the ideal antidote to the bone-aching stresses of work.
The speed of modern life is an oppressive thing, and the corporate world is quick to punish those with an honest heart.
