The story of the chalk streams is one of tectonic marvel and human masterpiece. Cast your mind back to those meandering scribbles all over the school blackboard. That very same chalk has laid beneath our feet for millennia.
The chalk downs were formed during the cretaceous period, the last part of the age of the dinosaurs, between 65 and 145 million years ago. Brought to the surface with the rising of the Alps, a little over 45 million years ago, vast reams of chalk act like giant sponges, storing rainwater in aquifers for days, weeks, and months before it is returned to the chalk streams filtered of all impurities, tap clear and rich in essential minerals.
There are a little over 200 chalk streams in the world and in the United Kingdom, we have 85% of them. It is no secret they have been manipulated by humans since the roman era for irrigation, transportation and trade, and even the Anglo Saxons built water mills that feature in the Domesday book.
By the turn of the 16th century, water meadows were flooded to revitalize the soils, extend the grazing season, and improve crop yields. But it was the Victorians who first innovated fishing by the fly in the mid 1800’s and later managed the chalkstreams for their esteemed sporting assets. It is thanks to such perpetual stewardship that the chalkstreams we wade today are in many ways the same as they were for centuries before us.
The southern chalkstreams in particular, of Hampshire, Wiltshire, and Dorset, immortalized in the writings of fly fishing frontiersmen, Izaak Walton, Frederic M. Halford and Harry Plunket Greene, are among the most highly revered of all. The world famous River Test and Itchen, the King and Queen of the chalkstreams, are often described as the birthplace of modern fly fishing and a mecca for devoted fly anglers who pilgrimage from far and wide to fish in the footsteps of their founding forefathers.
At last! The rivers are full and the heady smells of blossoming hawthorn bring a hint of summer as the trout season kicks off with a bang on the build up to the Mayfly!
Vast clouds of Mayfly drift over the water like gunsmoke in what can only be described as one of the many great wonders of the natural world. Chaos echoes across the river valley.
There is something enthralling about casting at dusk, when you can barely make out your fly from the willow floss, and you strike at the slightest inkling of a take, as the trout continue to rise lazily at wriggling gnats long into dark. This is the month made famous by the evening rise. Welcome to June!
This is the month of long, warm evenings. The chalkstreams are a rich mosaic of purple loosestrife and heady meadowsweet home to a hive of damselflies, butterflies and bees. It is a truly special time of year to be beside river.
One of the many great qualities of the chalkstreams is that they maintain a constant temperature all year round, so even in the heat of the high August sun, the trout can seek out those deeper pools and pick readily from their bountiful menu of ants, olives, midges and terrestrial insects.
This is the month we wave goodbye to summer and welcome cool, dewy mornings and an autumnal breeze. A little rain starts to refill the aquifers ready for next season and we start to turn our heads to the close of the trout fishing season.
As the leaves begin to fall, the end of the season is in sight but for some this is a time of new beginnings as we turn our hand to target the lady of the stream, the Atlantic grayling.
Fish in the footsteps of FM Halford, at the Oakley, Rectory and Dun beats along the hallowed river banks of the world famous River Test. Welcome to the birthplace of fly fishing itself, Mottisfont Abbey.