Has anyone ever seen a book about fly fishing in the Dordoigne (1950s) by the above?


Long shot but....

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I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
I cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream,
And caught a little silver trout.

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Thanks for that - pricey!

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I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
I cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream,
And caught a little silver trout.

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Would this be any help? Probably not, but interesting pictures!

http://www.markov.baikal.ru/keep/articles/a_hist.html

Trish

This thread is the sort of thread that keeps me on this forum. Well done to all of you.

richard

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Who resides on the right bank of the Derbyshire Wye and is lulled to sleep each night by the mutterings of a weir, dreaming that "When the rivers and their inhabitants come first, we ALL win..."