I wasn’t born to fetch, or sit, or accept a beating. I’m here to be me, to write, and know my purpose.
Most of us, at some time or other, get sucked into the lifeless vacuum of work; the cogs of the corporate machine that we keep turning until one day, when we depart this Earth, we may earn the word ‘l...
Eight months in the woods have hardened me, or at least firmed up my beliefs that if a man’s going to fend for himself, then he needs to leave his credit card at home.
If ever the adventure proves tiring, or you lose sight of your dream, look to the west at sunset. There, on days when the skies are clear, you might see upon the horizon a thin layer of amber mist. Wh...
The speed of modern life is an oppressive thing, and the corporate world is quick to punish those with an honest heart. Qualities such as ‘nice, honest, kind, happy, relaxed, sincere, innocent’ are fr...
Smile, tip your traditional hat, and enjoy your time by the water.
Angling is a sport, so sporting ethics should apply.
We seek not for forgiveness, but the freedom and time to do more than ‘exist’.
The greatest gifts are those that say, “I know you”.
Be patient, persistent and above all, believe.
What compels me to write now is the same as all those years ago. It is the love of writing and storytelling, driven by a desire to escape.
Where the writing takes place doesn’t matter to a publisher, but it matters a great deal to the author.
A pen that has clocked up a million words, a lifetime’s memories, is worth more than the centrepiece in a jeweller’s window.
Rarely will I write indoors, even if it means getting wet during rain, or my hands numb in winter.
I write into an old book that smells of dust and whose pages are floppy with damp. Sometimes the ink splodges onto the paper, other times it will barely leave the nib of my pen.
I’m pretty sure I’m the only author who intends to take the longest possible route to a destination that will always be over the next hill.
Writers who copy or plagiarise others are dreaming in another man’s sleep.
Putting pen to paper without first deciding the route and pace at which to scribe is like setting off on a bicycle without first checking the tyres.
When sitting down to write a letter, it always pays to calm one’s mood, collect one’s thoughts, and have a plan.
I am happiest sitting against a tree, with my notebook or sketchpad on my knee, capturing the moment.
