Life on A Chalk Stream By Simon Cooper, MD of Fishing Breaks

Bought up in Hampshire I was lucky enough to have great (and famous!) fly fishing on my doorstep, but as I grew up, got a job and moved away I realised what a closed world the chalkstreams were unless you were in the ‘know’. So, with little more than a germ of an idea, a telephone and the book of my fishing contacts, I set out to change that.

Back then taking fishing for the day, as people liked to term it, was a haphazard affair which involved tracking down obscure adverts in magazines or following up contacts gleaned in the local pub. If you needed a gillie you would soon discover that it was job description for someone filling the time between waking up and the pubs opening. And heaven forbid that anyone might have a professional casting qualification.

My mission was back then, and remains today, to make the best beats accessible and bring a new level of professionalism to the whole business, but never losing sight of the fact that the chalkstreams are some of the most precious and unique trout fishing rivers in the world. By building relationships with the river owners, I gained their trust to sell day rods on their behalf, the income helping to make the rivers pay their way. For anglers I knew that buying a day of fishing should be pleasure rather than a chore, with the prospect of that day something to look forward to. I introduced the term Fishing Guide to the chalkstream lexicon and demanded the highest standards of myself when I was a full time Guide and now from the team that make up Fishing Breaks.

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Last week I was sent this photograph of the actor James Robertson Justice taken at Whitchurch Fulling Mill on the River Test in the late 1940’s. For those of you who know Fulling Mill you might readily recognise the spot where it was taken, just below the mill race in front of the house that remains wood clad today as it was back then.

At this point in his life Justice was only just embarking on the acting career, which was to bring him fame, if not fortune (he died penniless in Romsey in 1975) as the demanding surgeon Sir Lancelot Spratt in the "Doctor" series of films of the 1950s and 1960s plus starring roles in Compton Mackenzie's Whisky Galore!, Rob Roy, Moby Dick with Gregory Peck, with David Niven in The Guns of Navarone and as Lord Scrumptious in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. This really was as much as I knew of Justice, but as I researched his life it became apparent, he had quite some Royal connection with both our late Queen and her husband, Prince Philip and King Charles.

There is a great deal of smoke and mirrors about Justice’s life. Bon vivant. Buccaneer. Adventurer. Fantasist. He claimed to speak 20 languages, though he was certainly fluent in a number. He claimed to have been born under a

distillery on the Isle of Skye; in fact, he was born in southeast London. He replaced his middle two names Norval Harald with Robertson. He went to the posh English public school, Marlborough College in Wiltshire where he likely learnt to fly fish on the River Kennet which runs through the grounds. After that he had two unsuccessful stabs at university in both London and Germany.

Abandoning education, he become a Reuters journalist bedside Ian Fleming before emigrating to Canada working as an insurance salesman, taught English at a boys' school, became a lumberjack and mined for gold. Penniless (there is a theme here), he returned to England to try his hand at ice hockey and motor racing before he headed to Europe again to become a policeman for the League of Nations, before fighting in the Spanish Civil War and then World War II in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve.

It’s unclear how Justice, the living embodiment of the term bon vivant, a man who invented his ‘Scottishness’, a serial womaniser (a young Bridgit Bardot starred beside him in three films) and with a love of fast cars became a friend of Prince Philip, but it was clearly a deep and extended friendship. By 1947, the year of the Royal wedding Justice was living at Whitchurch Fulling Mill, upstream of the Royal honeymoon destination, Broadlands House. In great secrecy, a few days after the wedding, the newlyweds headed the 24 miles to have tea with Justice, his wife Dillys and young son. Of course, the secret got out, the lane to Fulling Mill lined with well-wishers.

Justice, aside from his hedonistic lifestyle, had three great passions in life: shooting, he was founder of the Wildfowl Trust, fishing and falconry. This may have been what originally bought him in contact with Prince Philip who invited him to join his exclusive Thursday Club, an eating and drinking club, reportedly dedicated to ‘absolute inconsequence’ and sent his teenage son Prince Charles to stay with Justice one summer, to learn about falconry and country pursuits. It would be interesting to ask our new King what memories he has of that particular phase in his life!

But for all the adventure Justice’s life seems to have been peppered with sadness. His young son drowned in the river at Fulling Mill, his marriage never recovering, dissolving into numerous affairs and soon after Chitty Chitty Bang Bang he had a series of strokes that effectively ended his acting career to see him declared bankrupt in 1970.

In Whisky Galore!, as Dr Maclaren, Justice advocates the use of whisky as a tonic and delivers the famous line: ‘It’s a well-known fact that some men were born two drinks below par.’ It is an accusation that no one could level at Justice himself.

Kashmir, the northernmost region of India, butting up to the Himalayas and China, with governance divided between Pakistan and India, does not evoke visions of fly fishing but last week the Tourism Department in collaboration Kashmir Anglers Federation organised a competition on the Lidder river.

Roughly translated as the ‘long bellied goddess’ the Lidder is fed by water from the Kolahoi Glacier, with the bluish/grey water holding both brown and rainbow trout, the former I believe originally stock fish transported from a River Itchen hatchery in the late 1800’s.

Judging by the fly box, and the evidence of the photos, downstream wet fly seems to be the method of choice though I think I spied a Gold Ribbed Hare’s Ear.

Whisky Galore