The number 2 bus used to run from Newtown to "Fishwharf" and my mother was so keen to get us out of her way, (us my sister and I), she gave us the bus fare for a ride there and back. But not us, we went to watch them unload the fish. Well we were amazed how many herring fell out of the baskets (crans). They were so busy they didn't see us picking up fish from the quay,and we picked up as many as we could and ran. Our mother was so pleased at such a haul, she strpped us and put us both in the bath not together of course.