In his second article, Terry Lawton writes about catching trout to order in front of Swedish television cameras and the work that is being done to restore the Lögde river. And the mosquitoes get a look-in too!

We all had plenty of practice perfecting the American technique of long distance releases - losing a fish which either came unhooked or broke the tippet. Even when using 6 and 8lb tippets. Harry hooked one fish that simply took off and did not bother to stop. You have to get used to European terminology of sizing tippets by diameter rather than breaking strain and comparing the size of fish in centimetres and not weight. Everyone wanted to catch a 50cm grayling for example.

Harry's brother works for the local TV company. His brother had been to another river to film the start of the salmon season but no fish were caught. Harry told him to come to the Lögde river on Thursday when he could guarantee that we would catch some fish for him. And catch fish we did - almost to order! After Jürgen and I had each caught a couple of fish, we were interviewed and able to make the point that with careful management of the fishing and the continuing restoration of the river, it will be a world-class sport fishery that will bring money to the local economy.

Almost everyone wants to know what the mosquitoes are like. I am pleased to say that they were not too much of a problem. In comparison with some stories that I have heard about the Mosquitoes on the Kola peninsular which are reputed to bite through clothing, my experience was that they were insignificant. They came and went as the temperature changed and the local bug repellent did a good job.

The accommodation at the camp was traditional. The first one awake each morning got the fire going to boil water for tea. We needed a fire at night to keep warm and by stoking it up well, there were enough embers to get it going again the next morning. Sleeping on reindeer skins does keep you nice and warm. The loos were equally traditional too. When using them, don't look down!

Harry had his fly tying kit with him and we had a fly tying session one afternoon when he showed us how he tied his Lögde Special and other variations of the basic Woolly Bugger. This was also an opportunity to stock up our fly boxes as, do the long distance release technique, a number of flies were, unfortunately. lost in fish.

Fishing with a guide certainly eliminates time spent looking for areas that might hold fish. A good guide can show show you were the fish are likely to be and also to help you with advice about where it is safe to wade. In some areas the wading was quite straight forward but in many places it was difficult and a good wading stick essential at all times. Many of the rocks on bottom were the size of footballs and some so big you had to go round them. There were places where the bank shelved quickly but once out in the river it was a nice, constant depth. Many of the pools were more than big enough for two people to be able to fish them at the same time.

One night stopped to take photographs on the road back to the camp with mist in the valleys and the midnight sun over the horizon. It never got darker than slightly dusky. Low-light polaroids would have been useful for the few hours when the sun was round the other side of the world. There was always enough light to see to change a fly without any problem. One time when sun re-appeared over the hills, it shone like a spotlight on Harry who was standing beside the river with his back to the trees. Large areas of the river banks were carpeted in lilies of the valley which I have never before seen growing wild or in such profusion.

Access to the river involved walking through forests and scrambling down hillsides and it was here that breathable waders proved their worth here. Much of the river was only accessible by driving down one bank, over the road bridge and back up the other bank. The alternative would have been some very long hikes.

There was plenty of wildlife about. A bear and a lynx had been seen before we arrived but we did not see them. I think that we made too much noise for them. But we did see a young elk as well as reindeer and roe deer. We also saw or heard ptarmigan, capercaillie, curlew and nightjars.

For our last night we went to the local hotel where we were able to have a hot shower and sleep in a proper bed and start getting used to civilisation again before flying back home. Our last night was midsummer and it was probably the "darkest" night that we had, although it was supposed to be the exact opposite. As the weather wasn't that good, we packed up without having a last cast. I hope that the first cast on my next trip will more than make up for that lost cast.

Although it was not the biggest fish that I caught - that was my first one - one that I did catch was perhaps the most handsome that I have seen. It had the colours underneath of an artic char and looked absolutely magnificent. A fish of ones dreams and a lasting memory to take home with me.

With thanks to Harry, Nicke and Jürgen for some of the photographs.

Terry Lawton is a passionate nymph fisherman who caught his biggest wild brown trout (in the UK) - 4lb 2oz - on a home-tied variant of a goldhead, Sawyer-style pheasant tail nymph.