Helene51Tickled pink
was the salmon when I’d finished fingering it
My grandfather, Jock Mc51, had always thrilled me with his stories about how, as a wee highland laddie, he used to spend his time ran alang the rugged rocks, the ragged rascal that he was, then roam in the gloaming just afore school, and gang a-ticklin’ the salmon’s bellies tae catch the wee bizzums.
All I’ve been able to to that resembles his exploits is to tickle rock salmon in a newspaper … both of which came out of a Camden Town chippie.
But my heart will go on till the day when I can do as Jock Mc51 did in the past… 4 years ago
