The Tale of The Old Fisherman

A couple of years ago, I was down at the Colzeum estate in Kilsyth with my wife and kids and feeling a bit jaded about things past.

The wee one's did their thing and ran about the adventure playground till it was almost dusk and time to leave. As we left the Colzeum on our way to go home, I noticed an old fisherman tackling up by the boot of his car.

 Me, being me, thought I would have a wee chat with the old fella and talk about angling related stuff.

I asked him if he was going fishing and he said " Aye " never even looking away from the flies he was tying on his cast. I asked him if he was going to use the fly on The Big Dam ? "Aye " he said as he concentrated on what he was doing without nereay a glance.

Maybe that Ancient Mariner knew a thing or two...

God, grant that I may live to fish

until my dying day

And when it comes to my last cast,

I then most humbly pray

When in the Lord's safe landing net

I'm peacefully asleep,

that in His mercy I be judged

big enough to keep.

With a slight riposte

"A well a day what evil looks,

I had from young and old!

Instead of the cross, the Albatross,

About my neck was hung.

He prayeth best, who loveth best,
All things both great and small,
For the dear god who loveth us,
He made and loveth all. "