| However, 
		despite Dave's claim that he has only limited knowledge of the life of a 
		trawlerman, he was able to write this poem: 
      Trawling 
		"Steaming into Granton laden doon wi’ fish 
		The trawler crew are happy 
		their mission accomplished, 
		They braved the cold North 
		Sea and waves you never dreamed of, To put some lovely haddock upon the 
		kitchen table.    
		The trawler man's a hardy man, fu’ o’ grit sae 
		true, 
		Bringing in a grand meal 
		just for me and you. 
		The lack o’ sleep, the 
		stress o’ work, that would make a body cry, Is the measure o’ the trawler men, that sail the seas so high.
   
		They tend the nets, repair the breaks tae keep the 
		catch intact.They gut the fish and fill the boxes, then drop them doon the hatch. In 
		the hold below they ice and stack the harvest,
 
		Then clear the deck o’ debris an’ batten doon the 
		hatches.   
		The work all done they can relax, and rest their 
		weerie banesThen steaming hame tae Granton, tae their wee Scottish hame."
 
      DF.377 
      Dave 
      Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland:  
		22 November 2016 |