Next weekend, make your way down to the Newlyn Archive opposite the Coop for their latest look at the past which recalls the early days of 'trippers' in Newlyn...
while the work might be hard at times the rewards are unparalleled for a young person in Cornwall - not only spiritually but also financially - there aren't many other jobs in the region that pay so highly as fishing does...
it's a pretty full #FishyFriday market this morning...
and it looks like a marauding seal had its full dining out on these prime fish...
luckily these, being fished in much deeper waters further off escaped its unwanted attentions...
eyes down for a full house, the auction is underway...
Only a single box of the largest grade of monk tails for Juicy's trip with the St Georges......
while the big net boats pulled in a few pollack
the St Georges hauled up boxes of megrim soles...
out west always produces a bigger run...
while this good sized plaice came from one of the inshore boats...
a sure sign summer is here, sacks of scallops back on the market...
with little or no mackerel on the grounds to small boats are handlining for pollack which seems to be everywhere these days...
even Plugger with the Shiralee found little comfort chasing the likes of John Dory - welcome to what is traditionally the worst month for trawling in these parts...
an example of how provenance and tracking of fish has moved with the times - boats can print tallies that record every detail of the contents including the number of the box that contains a microchip to allow for easy identification...
several of the bigger net boats work trammel nets and fish for part of the time on turbot...
monk and ray...
steaming away from Newlyn the sight of the punt Butts steaming past the Low Lee buoy means that Captain Incredible is off to sea again...
not content with operating his boat with the additional burden of two artificial legs...
he is now heading into Mousehole harbour...
to pick up a young trainee fisherman, Jamie...
safely aboard...
Cap'n Cod can be heard explaining to the youngster how to leave Mousehole harbour and head out through the gaps when the tide is so low that there is very little water...
not a problem this morning though...
back in the harbour the resident cormorant is diving...
in the clear water looking for breakfast...
the morning sky suggest that there is little chance of seeing the sun on the south side of Cornwall today...
up on the slip, the Harvest Reaper looks astern at the kind of trawler it wants to be when it grows up...
as another boat heads out through the gaps.
