We are working all the season, boat near to boat in the nights,

And danger may come on us quick, no time to stand upon rights,

When our hands are net-cut, and our eyes as sore from the spray,

How can we think of our neighbours except in a neighbourly way?

‘The Alban Goes Out’, Naomi Mitchison

One fisherman alongside the other

one seagull alongside the other

seagulls over the fishermen.

‘Congregations’, Omar Pérez