Old Salmon Nets

Definitely a day to scurry homewards - driving rain did greet us as we dumped our luggage and uneaten m&s treats back into the car. First stop, the old cottage at Anwoth where the current owners invited us in to see their picture gallery of the place through the ages. So I showed them some old ones I had and agreed to send them over. And then the chappy warmed to his theme. Soon we were on Roman settlements. Oh jeesus...
On to the smokehouse at Carsluith where the SK demanded the she see the sea. We could hardly get out the car with the wind and rain. Here it is.
To Dumfries where there was a small, but excellent touring exhibition of Don McCullin’s photography. And home, stopping briefly again at Moffat.
Later, I started googling about my Mum’s cousin Jim who I noticed on the war memorial at Gatehouse. I knew very little about his death - my Grandad said he’d passed all his training as a pilot apart from target practice, and shook his head. I remember my Mum said he was flying a Brewster Buffalo and I even tracked down a model kit and made one up as a boy. In the age of the internet, I tracked down the truth. He was unfortunate enough to be shot down by Günther Steinhausen over Libya while flying a Curtis P-40 Kittyhawk, escorting South Africa bombers on an air raid on Martuba airfield (details buried away here). Poor old Gunther got his comeuppance not long afterwards. Shame there’s no one left that I know who’s interested. Maybe there is… back to google!