Each winter, a mysterious figure creeps among the trees of the Kent Weald, loitering near the hazel coppices as he searches for the perfect fork.
RB Traditional (Rob) fettles his rod rests for fun and friends, though bidders at auctions in aid of The Avon Roach Project and the Barbel Society may be fortunate enough to win a pair. They are lovely things, and as this picture shows, look even better when cradling a piece of cane…