Oh my word. Thank you very much for that, Del. That really hit the spot.
As a teenager much of my entertainment revolved around folk clubs so I was very familiar with the works of Ewan McColl and I have several albums of Kirsty's in my collection.
What made it even more relevant was that my Mum's sister married a herring fisherman in the Mull of Kintyre. He and his son owned two herring drifters in the small port of Carradale. The drifters were similar in shape but slightly smaller those in the slide show but were diesel and not steam - as this was now the 1950s. As schoolkids on holiday, my uncle would let us go out overnight with the fleet. They fished in pairs and the first boat to spot the herring would be the one to have the catch loaded in the hold and in the morning go straight to the market in Ayr. If that was our boat we would be transferred to the one that was heading back home for freshly baked rolls and bed.
What an experience - and now you've brought it all back and made me weep. Damn you
Mum's ashes are scattered on the shore, there. The herring are all gone too.
Ian
