Going fishing with Grandad was an experience.
He had favourite spots where he knew he’d catch whatever was on that day.
He was fussy about his bait. Worms were his preferred bait, prawns for the days when he was more interested in sitting and watching the harbour than catching anything.
He always carried a hessian bag with him to hold his catch. One day he caught a few before realising the bag had a hole in it. He reckoned the fish were swimming out of the bag and back onto his hook.
It was a story to remember.