After a couple of seasons enjoying some success on my two favourite rivers, I faced the realisation that winter time is really long and hard to manage. Cabin fever is a terrible thing when all you want to do is wake up to a great sunny still day and go and catch a fish. I was looking for a distraction and the footy wasn't cutting it for me. I remembered how much I enjoyed tying flies years ago, so I dug out my old vice and found some silk. A trip to the local tackle shop, another into Turville's and yet another to the Compleat Flyfisher and I had enough supplies to begin some basic flies. Royal Wulffs, Humpys and Coachman were the order of the day. Tied some horrible looking flies, but after a lot of practice I began to get it right. Proportions, whip finishes and really clumsy fingers made it difficult enough, but being old and blind made it even harder. Had to buy a magnifier as well to help. Here are some of the better ones for public display.
