Archive for August 2011

Looking upstream from the head of the mighty Gaffer's Pool on the River FindhornI was in the north of Scotland last week on a boys' fishing sojourn, probing the dampness between the Findhorn's banks for the salmon that made no effort to hide their presence, sloshing, porpoising and jumping as they s…

I find within myself the tendency to believe, when dwelling on such things (not often, it must be said; perhaps once a month at a most generous estimate) that our vinegar fungus (mère, in the French tongue) is a contented entity.To give you a brief, potted history (in so doing I fear I have n…