Kent is a little village on the other end of the peninsula from Freetown. Porsh Garden is just to the right in the last picture.
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The Blue Boat |
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gently waiting
contemplating of the sailing to and fro |
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catching fishes put in dishes feeding wishes for a meal - Marvin Green |
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Seven Days a week they leave at dusk, returning at dawn with the catch of the day. |
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The fish can see the delicate white nets during daylight so they must wait until dusk to start thier work "day". |
The smaller boats are carved from a single tree trunk, the larger ones use planking caulked with twine and glue. |
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When the water gets choppy they will wear a life vest. If they become swamped the swim back to the boat, right it and start bailing. They do not tie themselves to the boats. Days off are when the rain and chop is too great to risk going out. |
Weekend and holidays bring the urbanites out to the north beach to play, socialize and occationally observe where some of their seafood originates. The Kent fisher folk post a guard to ward off the more than curious. |
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Tomorrow they will return at dawn to be met by ladies that will resell or dry thier catch. Then they will get some sleep and wake about mid-afternoon to mend thier nets and prepare thier boats for another night alone and together with God. |
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