Weathering the wind

Lerwick, 1935 — Weathering the Wind. In Shetland, Eve Robertson felt like the wind was a third person in the marriage. It rattled the windows, slammed the door, and made every washing day an adventure. On the worst days she’d warm tinned tomato soup on the stove and stir it with her 1910 apostle spoon, cheeks still stinging from hanging out the clothes. She’d look at the wild sky and think, If the line can hold in this, so can I. The soup tasted better shared, and somehow the wind didn’t feel like an enemy anymore — just part of the life they’d chosen. Now made into a ring, the spoon reminds her she learned to bend without breaking.