Last few hours for the netting fleet before they leave their berths to take ice and head away for the next tide...
with fine weather comes fine fishing and the auction was full of inshore landings this morning...
with boats like the Immy putting Cornish sole ashore...
along wit plenty of rays...
braces of brill...
fresh blood means fresh fish...
not that the squid fishing s too cracky...
the oddly named Plus Four...
the port's biggest boat Enterprise landed their usual selection of ground fish like these turbot...
more megs...
plaice...
lemons...
monk tails...
haddock...
and Dovers...
while Tom took good luck talisman Ben with him who obviously knows a thing or two about where those summer-time JDs live...
a shining example from the Butts...
of those beautiful bass...
live brown crab...
and a box or three of blues made up the rest f the day's fish up for auction...
those shellfish guys get through way more bait than the local fleet can catch for them...
PJ heads away...
and out through the gaps...
every little helps to increase propulsion power...
off with the old prop and its mystical markings...
homage to the sun god...
as young Andrew...
steers the punt Benediction...
through the rays of the rising sun spreading its heartwarming glow over all those lucky enough to make their living from the sea...
while inland the cold night air has created an early morning mist...
that has begun to roll down form the hills at the back of the port...
giving the old ice works an almost castle-in-the-air look...
not that the net-setter working from the depths of the net shed...
gets to enjoy the view...
always good to the the Ivan Ellen and the inshore boat exactly where they are - in berth and not at sea...
the hunt for mackerel continues under mystical St Michaels Mount...
the tranquil scene disturbed only by a guy riding some sort of witches broom around the bay.
