BY DOMINIC WIGHTMAN Not long ago, dining in a Pimlico bistro, I was asked—by a ballet dancer, of all people—why I ‘waste’ so much time fly fishing. My answer went something along these lines: That when I stand on the riverbank, the sun rising over the horizon, I feel a calmness that is hard to articulate. The light glimmers on the surface, and in that … Continue reading A Lasting Addiction