‘Images of Silver’ creates in my mind pictures of clarity, vividness and sparkle; pictures of luxuriance, vitality and purity; things to be desired, treasured, valued to the utmost.

In angling terms it portrays crystal-clear waters, deep green pools and sparkling ripples with margins of flourishing forests or grasslands, crimson-flanked rainbows and fat, speckled browns; places where the only sounds are the dawn chorus, the rustle of a breeze in the trees or insects voicing their presence in the heat of the day. The angling too has shimmering qualities - thrashing fish, dripping lines, smiling faces and the honesty of solitude. They still exist, those sparkling places.

Exerpt from “Images Of Silver” by Les Hill and Graeme Marshall. Halcyon 1993.