Issue 66 - The strange case of the Big Salmon
For several years, every August Yvonne, our ferocious Patterdale (called Little Black Dog) and I had a week on the Aberdeenshire Dee with Oliver Edwards and John Wood. When the river was low we fished for sea trout, when it was a reasonable height salmon. Yvonne sat in a deckchair and read novels. LBD spent his time hunting rabbits and, in fact, he looked forward to the week as we did. He slept the 350-mile journey to the Dee in his basket that was perched precariously on top of all our clobber, until we reached Potarch Bridge (we went to the river before going to the hotel). There he awoke, sat up and began to bark. As soon as we reached the fishing hut he would leap from the car and immediately get a’hunting.
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