Every once in a while I find myself lost in deep reflection… It’s usually around two o’clock in the morning when it happens… My brain starts ticking, as a compilation...
If you’ve read my first Iceland Blog, you’ll know that I have fallen in love with Iceland, it’s Atlantic salmon, and it’s hilarious residents (Rabbi). So, a month later I...
It has always made me chuckle how fishing, a sport that is renowned for its relaxation and soul-soothing, can be surrounded by so much drama. Spinning rods, level winds, center-pins,...
Buck fever. That’s what they call it when a hunter freezes or does something stupid during the perfect moment to attack their prey. I prefer to call it temporary retardation...
When I was younger, images of the classic fly-fisher casting a graceful rhythm of neon fly line would tickle my imagination and fill my head with visions of gently flowing...
Every so often in a woman’s life, there is a calling to do something a little crazy (ok, so maybe it’s a little more regular than every so often)….. See,...
I remember the first email I ever exchanged with Icelander, Rafn Valur Alfreðsson. I couldn’t pronounce his name, and I certainly couldn’t pronounce his river, but the rest of the...
Whoever said that “running away from a problem is not the solution”, obviously never ran far enough away. Either that, or he was the a$$hole who was being run from....
Wow. The “Girls just wanna have fun” song is repeating itself inside of my head. The worst part, is that it’s singing in my head with the same scratchy nasal...
