Thanks to Robert Burns and Walter Scott, writers are highly regarded in Scotland so, many years ago, almost, Once upon a time, Sandy Russel, editor of the Scotsman, went on holiday in the Highlands and, of course, attended Kirk on Sunday but went fishing on Monday. When the minister heard who his visitor had been he went in search of him and found him fishing. 'I am a fisher too,' the minister told Russel, 'but a fisher of men.'
'Oh, aye,' Russel answered. I had a look in your kreel yesterday and you didn't seem to have caught much.'
This is not a Walter Scott or a Cairndhu story but it could easily have been either and there is a fine river flows through the valley in which Cairndhu rests. So far I haven't let Broon or Jinks go near it.
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