|dawn ... and a whole new day to explore the world
|what a magical place to walk, fish and bird watch
|at 18lbs my largest schoolboy pike
|a brace of 2lb rudd - more valuable than gold nuggets
|what a spectacular building and place for my childhood inspiration
|what an innocent little boy - not!
I started playing the French Horn at school and was going to do so professionally until I saw the great Eric Ashby on the BBC’s early ‘Look’ programmes with Peter Scott, stalking wildlife in the New Forest.
|with my hero Eric Ashby and one of his favourite wild foxes
He became my hero and I decided in that instant that making wildlife films was the job for me. I was lucky and got the job of my dreams, travelling the world in search of the most charismatic animals I could find in the wildest and remotest corners of our planet.
|polar bear on midnight ice
|barbel ace Pete Reading as featured in 'the book of the series'
|Martin Bowler's unbelievable 5lbs 4ozs of stunning perch for our series "Catching the Impossible".
|in the wilds of the Andes © Laurie Campbell
|I often wondered what she was thinking when looking deep into my eyes ... and hoped it wasn't 'dinner' © Laurie Campbell
|Hebrides in the rain with Sue and Penny and ace film makers John Aitchison and Michael Richards ... happy days
|up at 17,000ft with one of the world's most charismatic cats ... hip-replacement country
|Dorset's beautiful Golden Cap but when are the government going to get serious about marine reserves?
|the Hampshire Avon at it's best in early September - there were hunting hobbies above and barbel below
|still much enjoyed even after twenty five years
|lack of water is just one of many threats to our rivers
|angling friends Trev, Budgie and Robin
|the wild flower meadow is a joy and provides a haven for up to 160 heads of orchid, all naturally colonised
|what stunning fish barbel are ... and this one weighed 13lbs.11ozs - I was quite happy!
How about this beautiful barbel from the Hampshire Avon, caught a couple of weeks ago. What stunning creatures they are. I’ll have to write about them next time I don’t have enough to do! But until then, catch one for me and go see one of those ospreys that are heading south for Africa down the immemorial skyways to the sun.