on hornby, we know it’s spring when the herring runs. Leaving their eggs & spawn, opaque turquoise bays, foamy shore lines, seaweed rich with roe, the sea lions drunk on so much abundance. The gulls & eagles gather for the feast & the herring fishery moves through, everyone taking what they can. It seems miraculous they come year after year, that any of them manage to make it through all the levels of attack. They made it again this year. And spring is here…
