An old man lives at the bottom of my garden. His name is Robert Barkus, or Bakehouse, or Bagust. Nobody is quite sure. But I often sense him around when I’m gardening, and I’ve found out a fair bit ab

These Spectred Isles

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Looking for a Christmas gift? This Sea Angler contributor’s novel brings together bass fishing, criminal networks and plenty of his unique brand of humour

The devastation caused by deep-sea commercial fishing

TOMMY was cold. He couldn’t remember a time he hadn’t felt cold. His fingers hurt the most. He folded them inside his woollen jumper and squeezed them tightly. Sometimes it eased the tingling pain. So