I wanted to make a film about the sea. It seemed from anecdotal evidence that fishing off the North East coast of the UK was in serious decline, so I thought I’d check it out.
Travelling to all the major ports in the area I researched the fishing and was fortunate to find Steven Moss, from Blyth, a forthright articulate skipper prepared to take me out on the sea to film. Even more lucky was to find Celia Lough, choir master of the Eyemouth Fisherman’s choir, who also agreed to help make the film. The film is a meeting of these two strands: the hard reality of the sea harvest and the gentle melodious soughing of the voices of those who once went down to the sea.