Pride of place in my wardrobe is an Edwardian-style Norfolk Jacket in Derby Tweed. It is silk-lined with leather-clad buttons and has a smell that reminds me of wet moss and fallen leaves.

You’ll never find yourself anywhere other than where you are right now.

Remember, remember, the 6th of November.

Every year the same: April showers. It's the one time of year she smells nice.

Life’s a simple thing; it’s we who insist on making it complicated.

Text talk? How can the art of writing, once performed by monastic scribes, have degenerated into little more than creative candyfloss?

How is your handwriting?” I ask. “Do you write in pencil or pen?” They stare back at me with squinting eyes and a look that needs no words. “Get with it granddad.

To cherish and learn from the past is to enrich our lives.

It had been a long quest. Yet I was within casting distance of my dream.

Traditional angling is the antithesis of the modern specimen angling scene.