Fishing problems

When I was a boy, and fishing boats still came into the harbour at Corrie on the Isle of Arran, we would run down to the end of the jetty as they approached.





The men would throw you a mackerel, sometimes still wriggling, and you’d run back up to the house, where you’d fillet it, fry it with a slice of butter in pinhead oatmeal, fold a piece of bread – preferably the fat slice of a pan loaf – round it and eat it. With Heinz tomato ketchup.