Childhood Days In The Broch

A Memory of Fraserburgh.

I left Fraserburgh as an eight year old. but I remember playing round the lighthouse. On the rocks below there was a large pool where we built rafts from herring boxes nailed together and filled with cork floats from the herring nets. we floated them in the pool and really enjoyed our days there. on a recent visit I noticed a lot of the pool was filled in and now no longer used. A little further along the shore were two notorious fishing marks. One was called the rumbling guite and the other was called the scorgy. The fish were attracted to these places by the waste from the kippering kilns being fed into the sea through a pipeline. As a child I saw the drowned body of a boy being taken from the water at the guite, so I never fished there again. My grandfather lived in the High st. and the lighthouse light would flash through his window.