Let me begin by explaining I’ve never been fishing. I’ve never held a fishing rod, it’s not that I don’t like fishing or have no interest, it’s just the simple fact that I’ve never had the inclination to try and fish.
That being said, McGregors is a local beauty/fishing spot, hidden by dense trees and thick, multi coloured foliage. There was a time when I would walk the 15 minute distance to the lake and just sit, breathing in every last drop of serenity. It’s such a peaceful, beautiful little place to hide from the hustle and bustle of life.
It isn’t very big, I can walk the circumference in 15 or 20 minutes easily. Every 50 yards or so, there’s a small jetty that juts out slightly over the water for the fishermen to sit and commence their silent battle with the many species of fish that populate the lake.
Over the years I’ve seen fishermen pull lots of different types of fish out of the murky water, obviously happy that the hours they have spent there had not been wasted. I’m sure some of them wouldn’t consider fishing a waste of time anyway, I guess sitting alone for a few hours peace and quiet is more important than catching fish.
I remember one time, whilst I was walking around the lake on a Sunday morning, accidentally seeing a young couple emerging from the trees and bracken rearranging their clothes, with not a fishing rod in sight, so I guess it’s not all about peace and quiet!!
In 2009, a few years after I had been forced to leave AutoWindscreens on the grounds of ill health, the factory closed its doors for the last time. A few good friends lost their jobs that day, one of them being my best friend Stu.
We had previously arranged for him to walk the short distance to McGregors, where I was waiting with a case of cold beer to help Stu ‘Celebrate’ finally leaving a job he had grown weary of.
He came strutting to the bench I was sat on and punched the air, shouting “Yesssss”. We sat there for about 3 hours, reminiscing about our good and bad times in the factory whilst making 12 cans slowly disappear. He rushed home after the beer had gone so he could shower and change before meeting some of his ‘Former’ workmates as a final farewell.
Another time when I walked around the lake was with my son and grandson. Matt, my son, pointed out the different types of fish that were dangling on various fishing lines whilst I walked behind, watching my grandsons bored expression 😂 We (All 3 of us) ran through the trees, playing ‘Tiggy’, breathlessly laughing, disturbing a couple of the fishermen who insisted on ‘Quiet’.
I haven’t been to McGregors for quite a long time, I don’t know why because it’s so close to home. Maybe I will one day.