My fishing party

The Helmsdale may have had a heart-sinkingly slow start to the season, but a week’s adventuring on the famed river still offers plenty to write home about

B e ing on the water is how ...

Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap. “Oh, there it goes – that wee one’s for the pot.” The mussel in my hand slowly and silently hinges shut, like a lid on a fancy electronic bin. “If it closes completely that’s

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