Fishing Lake in Midlothian

Find a Place to Fish in Midlothian

Find out where to fish – ALWAYS BEST TO GIVE THEM A RING – search for the best places to fish near you, local fishing spots, using our fishing lakes directory.In addition, learn more about species that can be caught in these waters as well as places to buy fishing tackle, licenses, equipment etc. from our friendly experts listed here.

UK Fishing Lake

Allandale Tarn, Gavieside, West Calder, EH55 8PT
Tel. 01506 873073

Caledonian Angling Ltd, 92 Woodfield Park, Edinburgh, EH13 0RB, Midlothian
Tel. 0131 441 1710

Rosebery Reservoir Fishing, Millbank Cottage, Rosebery Reservoir, Gorebridge, EH23 4SS
Tel. 01875 830353

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Covering the following areas in Midlothian: Broadway, Droitwich, Evesham, Malvern, Pershore, Tenbury Wells, Worcester

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Fishing Lake Reviews in Midlothian

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You will find short extracts from Amazing Fishing Stories on each of our directory pages. There is a link to buy the book on our book page.

Short Extract

One of the Americans, ‘Big Dave’, looked up from his ham and eggs. ‘Seasick, eh? No problem.’ He pointed his fork. ‘Go and get a can of Coke from the fridge; proper Coke, mind, none of that diet rubbish.
And stick one of those bananas in your pocket.’
Colin frowned. ‘Why?’
They collected their kit and walked down to thepontoon, whereupon Colin plucked up all his courage and stepped onto the dory.
‘Right,’ said Dave, ‘drink the Coke, then eat the banana.’
Colin shrugged. ‘Okay, but be prepared to see them both again in a minute.’

‘Hold it there, Ben, while I take a couple of pictures.’
That done, and on Richard’s instructions, Ben pointed the fish into the pool and allowed it to swim away into deeper water and safety. They both walked back to the house with perfectly clear consciences, but a great tale to tell over porridge.
Later, at about 4.30 on Saturday afternoon, with the light beginning to fade and the end of a fishless week looming, Ben had another gentle take, the line just stopping in mid-channel where he knew there were no snags. He lifted into the fish and felt the rod j

completely clear of the water, but far enough to get a good idea of the size.
‘Jeeesuuus!’ muttered Murdo under his breath. ‘That’s 40 pounds of salmon if ever I saw it.’
‘A bit coloured, isn’t it?’
‘Perhaps not as fresh as some, but it’s not too bad, sir.’
The major played it well and patiently, which was surprising after this morning’s performance. This would be the fish of Murdo’s career, he knew that for certain, the one he would remember into his old age and tell his grandchildren about. And if he had to choose an angler to be on the other end r