The harbour is as busy as ever now after the festive season lull. Once again we can wake up to the sound of fishing boat engines made softer by the noise of the wind. Looking out of the window into the morning darkness we can see the boat lights getting smaller and smaller as they pull away around the harbour wall and off into the firth.
In the daylight they look tiny and vulnerable and light as corks shrugged about by the waves. But once in the harbour they look very different. In the summer my toddler grandson stood with me on the quayside. He was transfixed by the boats lined up and almost filling the space between the harbour walls. There, without the softness of distance, they must have looked huge and hulking. Maybe he found it hard to believe that the vessels tethered there were the same as those we watched from the distance of the beach looking a bit like brightly coloured bath toys.
But, thank goodness, they are working boats and, although the industry is hard pressed, it's good to see that it's still got a toe-hold in Fife.
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