Aboard the Sapphire, passing the gas-axe up the mast in a stunt reminiscent of the old Indian rope trick.....
as the pace quickens aboard the Lisa Jacqueline, new paint meets the cutting-torch...
as the chipping hammers leave a carpet of old paint and rust on the quayside...
some final cuts on the Ripple's masts....
along with a lick of tar...
if you don't fancy a trip to Tom's Place in Chelsea for your fish supper, how about Newlyn's one and only chippie courtesy of fifth generation, David Jewell
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