I have just been to the world's end. Not the 'four horsemen' type of end, but more like: end of the road. Not sure what made a small Norwegian coastal community think they rated to be called the world's end, though:) However, that is what this place is called: Verdens Ende.
From here the next stop is Denmark, and that is only accessible by boat. It was such a wonderful, quiet fall day today, and the sea was calm and quiet, clear and blue.
During the summer this place is chocablock with screaming kids, loud teenagers and fast boats making a lot of noise. But now it is fall - quiet before the winterstorms. Nature has taken back the space and getting ready to rumble. I think I need to go back there during winter. See the snow and the ice... hmh...
.. worth the thought.
In 1875 in just this little area over 70% of the workforce (men, that is) were sailors, 861 out of a population of 3118 adults and kids. And out of those who were out sailing, 70% were married with kids. That makes for a lot of single parents household in a time where farming were highly manual, to put it mildly.
Diaries and letters from those times does not only tell of the heavy work these women had to do, but also the anxiety and worries of maybe not seeing their husbands, fathers or brothers again.
Considering that every second family in this area during that time lost a family member to the oceans, they had a reason to worry.
Whenever I see one of these statues, I see a long line of women standing along the coast through history - waiting and watching and worrying. 
