In keeping with Alan’s great Sepia Saturday photo of a shop selling, amongst other things, fresh fish, I think the nearest I can get to being on theme this week is this photo from Great Granny’s Album of my great grandfather, James Stewart, fishing at Loch Earn in Perthshire. It was 7 July 1928 and they were staying at the Lochearnhead Hotel.
Like her Dad, Granny was a competent fisherwoman (not to be confused with a fishwife) and often came home with more fish/bigger fish than my grandfather did, much to his disdain.
My Dad inherited the fondness for fishing and had a small 16′ boat with an outboard motor which he kept on a loch near the North Coast of Scotland. I was only in it once – when it was delivered to our home – and I sat in it on the trailer, not the water. Accompanying Dad on his fishing trips meant promising to sit quietly in the boat from early morning till whenever he got fed up – as a teenager, I couldn’t have committed to that and probably still couldn’t now . Even Ben, the black labrador, once got so bored that he jumped out of the boat and swam to the shore, ruining the rest of the day’s fishing. He wasn’t invited again. Mum used to entertain herself by reading or knitting, or if it was sunny (not so good for fishing) sunbathing. Dad wore an old sweatshirt or jumper and waterproofs when fishing, unlike his Grandpa James in his shirt, tie and waistcoat
Check out other participants’ old photos at Sepia Saturday – you might have one of your own to post