Summer sea fishing for pollock with Rob Yorke.
I cast my gaze to the shimmering water, my mind curving down into the seaweed-stranded rocks lashed by swell-laden waves and my imagination took me, a big shiny spinner, into the mouth of…
Rob Yorke's summer expedition to the beach with a secret weapon and harvest to die for.
When hunting prawns, you’re never alone. Herons, sandpipers, various gulls, and even crows all wait for low tide. That’s when the seashore offers up its goods and while the birds may have their…
Rob Yorke's first discovery of a Mountain Bothies Association bothy in Wales.
“Bothy” – a humble cottage or hut. A one roomed hut or temporary dwelling. (Chambers Dictionary). The thrill of a night on the hill can never be underestimated. Even when not taken in…
Revisiting the wild haunts of Bugeilyn.
My passion is fishing for wild trout in wild places and a small lake in mid Wales fits the bills perfectly. As it’s Welsh, I shall call it a llyn and the one…
A wintry Valentines night alone 3,000 ft high on Pen y Fan.
I’ve just finished reading The Arctic Grail. Tales of slightly unhinged explorers in the 17th Century spending multiple winters in the high arctic in their quest for the North West Passage, it somehow…
