Just the one trip of netted fish on the market this morning from the Govenek of Ladram...
while Gary was kept busy checking otoliths and measuring a selection of beam trawl fish from the Cornishman...
auctioneer Ryan was hard at work selling the rest of the boat's trip to the assembled buyers...
which the eagle-eyed will have spotted included young Mr Cleave from that tiny north coats port best known for its contrary TV character GP, illicit (fictional of course) weed cultivation and more recently the making of the Fisherman's Friends movie from whence they come...
with plenty of monk...
and ray to choose from all eyes were on...
Mr Cleave's buyer's book...
as the bidding moved towards the red mullet...
by-passing a box of good urchins...
Stevenson's porters are off already...
while George checks out his haul of red mullet...
while others contemplate another cracking day at the office...
it's time to grab the fish...
and load that insulated box of brill...
and other quality fish all bound for Port Isaac...
all done with a smile...
watched closely by the resident half ton of blubber...
on a much quieter morning weather-wise than of late...
there's an offer no fisherman could refuse...
a rolling stone gathers no moss, though it seems that a boat that doesn't does...
"back-to-back they faced each other"...
net boats like the Ocean Harvest...
and Ocean Pride constantly overhaul their nets...
it's a blinding morning in the bay...
and for those ashore a chance to visit the gallery and enjoy the Invisible Artifacts exhibition.
