I was about sixteen and had never bought seafood from a fish market. Why should I? I had been shrimping or fishing since I was about twelve. Anyway, here I am, standing in the aromatic vapors of the fish house at the rotten end of the St. Andrews wharf when I thought I had found my life’s ambition – workin’ in the fish house.

I’ve spent an awful lot of time on salt water. A lot! This category will be stories from my past – when I can remember them. It’s because of the sixties you know.