Helmsdale

Anyway, complete forgiveness on the people's verdicts, including this similar story.

And Innes from Helmsdale says, "Forgiven.

I had my left ear pierced twice by my mate Anita with a sewing machine needle-

Ouch

Okay.

And my mother, well, we're from a f- small fishing village, Helmsdale, down the east coast.

Mm-hmm.

And she'd al- any time I was going, she would always be telling me about, "Oh, George was in seeing me." It was George Shaw.

Let's get this up and running.

Harry is in Helmsdale.

Harry, question or answer? Hello, James.

I've got a question.

Thank you, Nigel.

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Let's have another go with Harry in Helmsdale.

Harry, have you climbed a tree? Yeah,

And that just shows you the difference.

When I was in school at Helmsdale, a small fishing village in the East Coast, every guy and everybody in my classroom were from fishing families.

And all their ambition was to be a fisherman.

But from what you said there, Magni, I will obviously never forget it because I opened a fish factory in Wick in 1980.

afternoon after I'd been away fishing was just, you meet everybody, the kind of guys you run into maybe for a week or two.

And it was just, yeah, the place was just a thriving.

I remember my mother telling me, No, I'm talking about Helmsdale, a small fishing village.

It's a beautiful place.

But this story appeared in the newspapers, the old newspapers.

press and journal or the we call it in Aberdeen the pea and ham ah so pea and ham and it was an interesting story because it was all about this couple this family that's seen a coach like an 18th century coach so they were in a place called Ord which is which I've never been to but it's up near Helmsdale which I have been to which is in the further up on the east coast you know So the sighting took place while walking on the Ord Road at around 10.30 one evening and it was a very calm clear night and through night their eyes were quickly adjusted to the dark so it wasn't like you know they were hardly seeing anything they could pretty much see everything that was going.

and as they're walking along an 18th century coach started heading towards them but in slow motion and they were just literally stood at the side of the road and watched it graciously go by they had a very clear view and sometime while visiting later what's called the Timespan Museum with a friend in the nearby coastal village of Helmsdale she noted a plaque on the wall and the text went on to describe sightings of a phantom coach in the area which is an alleged portent of So when they contacted the chairman of the museum, and her name was Mary Dudgeon, she admitted that she herself had seen a similar sight in 1955 when travelling with her late husband.

And on that occasion, they had borrowed a friend's car and were travelling on the road.

And on their side was a sheer drop to the cliff.

We brushed on it earlier.

What I was going to ask you as well, Lauren, are you familiar with what we find here is that I could go back to many of the beaches I foraged in and played in, whatever, and there would be a spot where we would get dulse, not the whole beach, We, in Helmsdale, the village I'm from, we called it the Dulse Rock.

Are you familiar with that, that it's in certain areas, not extensive over the whole beach? Absolutely.

Yeah, definitely.

And do you feel that any of the issues with the environmental impact affects them? It's interesting what you're saying about the Dulse.

I'll keep calling it Dulse if you don't mind.

But it's funny how I can exactly hear what you're saying, and I'm with you, because I remember the small fishing village I'm from, originally Helmsdale, there was a rock, and it was known as the Dulse Rock.

You didn't get dulse on every rock.

Nobody seemed to be quite clear as to what they were doing there or what they hoped to do there, but the report ran like wildfire from one foolish mouth to another, and it was thought desirable that the whole silly tale should be tracked down to its source and exposed or denied once and for all.

I went up then to that northeastern district on Sunday, December 26th, 1915, and pursued my investigations from Helmsdale Bay, which is a small watering place within a couple of miles of Malton Head.

The people of the dales and the moors had just heard of the fable, I found, and regarded it all with supreme and sour contempt.

So far as I could make out, it originated from the games of some children who had stayed at Helmsdale Bay in the summer.

They had acted a rude drama of German spies and their capture, and had used Helby Cavern between Helmsdale and Malton Head as the scene of their play.

That was all.