this is Bangor....where I was born,,, this is a picture of the long hole... its all changed from my childhood days.. it use to be full of little fishing boats..... like the Betsy . She was a boat my dad use to go out fishing on... many a nite my sister and I waited for the boats coming in to help my dad carry the fish he caught, home . I remember one night he had that many mackerel he put them into his wet coat and tied the sleeves together and made it into a kind of bag. Half way up Victoria Road the sleeves opened and the fish slid everywhere........it was so funny trying to catch the slippy fish !
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