|Fishing Boat, Leaving Harbour at Pittemweem, Fife, Scotland on flickr|
As someone who claims not to be superstitious, I must admit this is a tradition I have adopted as my own. I have never verbalised or given the action any weight before, however I do consciously tear my eyes away from the departing vision of my husband as he 'sails' out into the wide open sky.
As always I am left, tethered with my two little anchors. My two small boys. We are content here and for the most part are happy to count down the days until the nets are pulled in and the boats sail home.