Andrew Griffiths lives and fishes in the cheap end of the Peak District with occasional forays into the pricey bits. He really should get out more but is drawn again and again to his two rain-fed rivers for just one more go at that tricky fish. It’s usually a midge thing. They are too close really, these rivers, a stroll away, plus they only cost 50 quid a year to fish. He fishes the artificial fly for wild trout and grayling, ties his own, and he is one of those bores who looks at the real ones first.
