Mote Hall exterior with its outside staircase, next door to which is The Boar. On the other side, breakwaters run down to the sea. It is morning, before high tide, several days later. Two fishermen are turning the capstan, hauling in their boat. Prolonged cries as the boat is hauled ashore.
Women come from mending nets to take the fish baskets from other fishermen who now disembark.
He chews a plug of tobacco while he watches. The weary husband throws his freight aside. O cold and wet and driven by the tide Beat your tired arms against your tarry side. Find rest in public bars where fiery gin Will aid the warmth that languishes within. Several fishermen cross to The Boar where Auntie stands in the doorway.