They recall the time when they went fishing in the North Sea and had to be content to sell their catch at a shilling and sixpence a cran a cran being equal to four gurries, or about a thousand herrings. Who is there now who would sell even a hundred herrings for one and sixpence? Who is there who would sell a hundred herrings for ten and sixpence?
Everything is covered with their scales. The fishermen are spotted as if with confetti. Their hands, their brown coats, their boots are a mass of white-and-blue spots. The labourers with the gurries great blue boxes that are carried like Sedan-chairs between two pairs of handles come up alongside, and the fish are ladled into the gurries from tin pans.