It was dark when the men returned at last. Dry clothes had been put ready. There was extra coal on the fire, despite the lack of catches and uncertainly about the coming days. There was warm food that the children were begging for, but couldn't have yet, because the weary men would be served first and served best.

An excited young boy who had braved the storm announced their coming to all the houses in the yard, and they all fought for a place in front of the window. When the weather-beaten fishermen finally entered the yard, Hannah forgot her concern about catching a cold and rushed out to hug and kiss her husband and sons, and Rose and some of the other children followed.

"It's alright, lass. We made it. Don't fret," Ben breathed while holding his wife.

"I'll stop frettin' if ye get yerselves inside!"