St Georges, is derived from the Persian word Gurj, for the frightening and heroic people of that region...
cuttle ink trickles away...
there's some éntenté cordiale this morning on the market...
and some fairly fishy Friday plaice up for auction...
where auctioneer Ian keep the buyers busy bidding...
a good night's work for the Cornish Sardine boats...
will mean there are good supplies to all the local supermarkets and beyond that sell the fish...
yet another port of registration change goes to Truro...
the Admiral Gordon now has a new starboard derrick...
and another boat is getting all geared up in shiny aluminium...
signs of chill in the air as the iceworks plant sends a plum of condensation skywards...
just as the sun begins to throw some light up from below the horizon...
and give the harbour that colour scheme only really found at this time of year...
of these Tom never gets to miss...
and the promenade falls between the night and the day.
