On Newlyn fish market this morning...
there were bass...
langoustine...
octopus for the BBQ...
huge cod...
spotty plaice...
a few blues...
'ansum 'ake for the Britannia...
whisked away at speed, call it teamwork...
the two oldest members of the fleet...
Rowse crabber Intuition, a gull's view...
as the netter Stelissa tries to find a parking space...
the William Samson Stevenson is nearing the end of her refit...
in three weeks time the harbour will host the annual Fish Festival, site of the main stage...
still looking for that parking space...
young Mr McClary keeping his eyes peeled...
you need eyes in the stern too...
but the harbour is packed with the local fleet and a host of sheltering yachts...
including the classic trading ketch Irene...
the Cornishman and his girl, Emma.
