In its heyday, Tickle Head, Newfoundland, was a proud fishing harbour. Men rose before dawn, took to their boats and trawled the north Atlantic for fish, only returning after dark, hands red raw and bodies weary. After a good square meal and a little fun between the sheets with their wives, they slept soundly, safe in the knowledge that they worked hard, were respected and put food on the table for their families. Life was simple but it was dignified…