Saturday, 7 April 2018

All our yesterdays

Another old craft has gone.
My book is written as a tribute to a dying trade. The trade of fishing, in a time when the boats went to sea and the men knew what to catch and where to fish. 

In my grandfather's day, the east coast of the UK was a thriving fishing industry, but these days, the smokehouses for smoking kippers lie dead. 

It is not the fault of the EU, they didn't help the situation, but the root of the death lies in technology when you have sonar and scoop nets to drag in everything, why need the men who know the seas?

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