Image: Barb CT of the blog, Gallimaufry.
It was the old-timers who remembered. The times when the harbour was alive with commerce and trade. When fish as long as your arm could be caught off the jetty.
Then the great death came, the fish went away, people who went in the water became sick, it became a place to be feared.
Most moved away but a few stayed as they had nowhere else to go.
Over the years they evolved their own lifestyle.
They could fish but it was a three-hour drive to a safe place. They learned to grow their own food.
They sustained a life for themselves built around the memories of the past.
Last week was a glimmer of hope. A sea bird appeared. One old timer threw in a line and caught a fish, just a small one but a sign that life was maybe returning. It was cause for hope.