By Pat Kane. First published on NOVEMBER 24TH, 2018
I DON’T have much connection to the Scottish fishing industry, but I do have this.
My late ex-father-in-law, Jim McAlpine – a quiet but fiercely proud father of three fiercely unquiet daughters – was a seaman engineer. Firstly in the Merchant Navy, then on the Greenock shipyards and, in his final years, on his own wee boat, moored at a marina on the Firth of Clyde.
The highlight of every Christmas was when Jim was just smeeked enough to start clearing his throat, signalling the arrival of his party piece: Ewan MacColl and Peggy Seeger’s (pictured below) Shoals of Herring. I won’t quote all the verses, just the few I can remember him singing, in his steady, surprisingly light voice: