Backbreaking work , Can you imagine the rush for a job if it was put up in the jobmarket today. As a youngster I was out on a boat from Carradale looking for herring. Middle of the night and I fell asleep but there was herring for breakfast.
Yes, and these ladies followed the herring as they migrated up the west coast of Scotland, east into the North Sea, then down the east coast to places like Yarmouth and Grimsby. They worked 12 to 15 hour days, and on occasion 24 hours (See Salt in the Blood by James Miller). Truly a hard life.
Interesting photograph. Heard they used to sing whilst gutting the Herring and in Gaelic too as the words could'nt be repeated in polite company(Jester) Anyway, love Herrings and they are a prized purchase should you ever see them these days. Fresh ones I mean too. nothing nicer than sprinkled with Oatmeal and also finding a nice Roe when slit open. Albeit they are not a 'fashionable' fish these days. Pity as a very underated fish.