Heavy clouds mask the sun over the Bay this morning...
as the latest boat, the Crystal Sea to join the fleet in Newlyn makes her way to the end of the New quay...
just astern of the Fladda Maid, which as many will realise is the old Crytal Sea II she is one of the fleet of Scottish prawn trawlers now working off to the west of the Scillys on the North West Banks...
both ships back-to-back...
the only other prawn boat in port is the Bracoden...
The Filly and the Lisa sit side-by-side in berth...
while the Imogen III appears to have joined the big boys' side of the harbour now
set for action, the Flat Hol...
and hoping to finish her refit sooner rather than later, the William...
on the market this morning it is all trawl fish for sale...
like these lemons...
and John Dory from skipper Curtis on the Elisabeth Veronique...
with auctioneer Ian in fine voice after enjoying a few days away on the Scillys...
he keeps the buyers on their toes...
bidding for these fine haddock...
and ling from the prawn trawler...
fine fish for all...
all whisked away post-haste...
red gurnard, once sent for crab bait, now favourite with chefs...
bagged scallops wait to be sold from the St Georges...
there's never a shortage of monk tails on the market...
but the buyers can never get enough of these guys...
one of the big factors that can affect how a trawl works when fishing, the length of the bridles needs to be exactly the same in order to balance the trawl and set its shape in the water when towed...
Crystal Sea skipper, David Stevens holds a G-link as adjustments are made to even the length of the combination bridles...
watched on by David Stevens Snr, the new boat's stern...
dwarfs the stern of the Rose of Sharon, the boat that the family of three brothers fished with for many years...
her Kevin main engine would have struggled to tow bridles this heavy!...
the old Crystal Sea II now the Fladda Maid enjoys an early morning shower...
along with her fellow prawner the Bracoden...
Newlyn's ginger tom like all good fishing port cats doesn't care about a drop of the wet stuff...
neither does Tom of course.
