Sitting looking out to sea, the women on the rocks await the men’s return to safety.
To hearth and home, warm and comfy not lonely widows left alone.
Scanning the horizon watching and waiting to catch the first glimpse of the sails. Praying their men will return with lots of fish to tip the scales.
Everyone’s lives hanging by the thread those on land and those on the seas each need the other alive not dead. Life was hard then, if the men failed to bring in the fish the family would perish.
The storms are coming in bringing fear in their wake . The women and the children strain to see if the the little fleet will safe harbour make. Prayers are offered up on the shore and on the boats for safe return and generous hauls upon the boats.
The wind is strong it is blowing a gale the rain is lashing down but at last someone calls that they have seen a sail. Everyone runs down to the harbour to greet the fleet. All pray secretly that their man will be home safe , how they will hug them when they meet.