Fishing Memory

A Memory of Motherwell.

Mr Potter’s angling experience on the River Clyde reminded me of an unfortunate incident in 1958 when I was fishing at Strathclyde Country Park. I was casting the line when I felt a sharp tug on it. Thinking it had caught on the grass behind me I gave the line a harder yank, but to no avail. It was only when I looked over my shoulder did I discover I had hooked the woollen cardigan of a little girl who happened to be walking along the path at the time. Needless to say, her parents were furious and gave me a right earful, but I suppose it could have been worse..