I signed of last month with my Spanish trip not going to plan but finishing with a great end to the month on the Trent with seven doubles to 14-15.

Another poor Spanish trip cut short by weather. I signed off last month with my planned trip to Johnsons being cancelled due to weather and the change of plan saw me catching a few good Barbel to finish a month of mixed results.

Long drives with mixed results. I signed of last month with a long drive home from the River Mersey in Stockport after not completing my mission of a new river double, plans were hatched for September but work and the weather changed that.

Long drives with mixed results. I signed off last month with England experiencing the best summer we’ve had in years, the rivers very low and clear and my first visit to Johnsons, a place I was planning to visit again in August.

I signed off last month with mixed emotions following the passing of a good friend and landing a big summer Barbel, July looked like being a difficult month as the temperatures were so high…

A real mixed bag. Well I signed of last month after emptying Fields End fishery of Crucians on a simple but very effective method and taking the plunge to join Johnsons.

Crucian Heaven. Well I signed off last month after my worst trip to Spain in 18 years following a terrible winter and spring, so things could only improve…

My awful winter and spring continues… So I signed off last month after finishing the show season promoting CatMaster Tours at the Big One in Farnborough and was looking forward to my planned spring Tench and Carp fishing…

The end of a tricky winter. So I signed of last month when we arrived back in England and it was freezing…

I finished last month’s piece with a funny sorry of a lost fish after playing it for 2 hours and 6 minutes, looking back it still makes me chuckle thinking about it, but if it was a huge English Barbel of awesome proportions I would have been devastated…

Frosty England and a trip to Thailand. With the rivers being trashed from all the snow melt I went Perching searching for the ever elusive “four”. It was cloudy with a northerly wind making it feel much colder than 7 degrees.