The fish that never swam

The Scottish Books Trust is running a project at the moment – Rebel – and I was asked by the Gaelic Books Council to write a prose story for it.


The aim of the project is to encourage people to write. It has to be personal. It has to be true.

I spent a good few weeks thinking about what I would write. At first, I was thinking about my great-grandfather who was – truly –  a rebel, training with the Irish Volunteers in Baillieston near Glasgow in the time after the Easter Rising. I’ve written about him before.

But, in the end, I decided to write about the campaign to save Calder Street Baths – and the day when the police appeared to evict the campaigners.

I was involved at the time. In this picture – that appeared in The Herald – I’m sitting on the right, a police horse having just stepped over my head.

Anyroad, here’s the story, and here also is a lovely poem written by Anna Frater as part of the project. 

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