With temperatures hovering around freezing overnight there was a certain crispness to the air this Monday morning...
as signs of the festive season begin to sprout...
all around the harbour...
not so sure about the latest concrete baubles being deposited on the beach...
where the Coombe river makes its way down to the sea...
all three market chill rooms...
including the grader section were chock-a-block with fish...
with MSC Certified hake from the Silver Dawn...
and the Stelissa...
mor-ki, morgy, morgi all pronounced 'murgy' by Newlyn fishermen - an old saying ran, "If you want a have a son, eat a dogfish in May!", on the right the larger cousin, bull huss...
even the gill netters are picking up craws these days...
medium size ling...
brown and spider claws...
the delicious red mullet...
a brace of big 'but...
the handliner's fridge will see that many fine dining establishments get more than their fair shore of quality line caught fish today with bass and mackerel...
squid...
more squid...
and a 118kg...
blue (yes, blue) fin tuna...
Tom on the Guardian very kindly provided examples of three different bream featured recently in the Newlyn Fish of the Week post, but where was the Couch's bream?!.
and a couple of bass to boot...
the Cornishman managed a few tubs of cuttles...
and this cracking eight-legger...
also landing hake was the netter Ajax...
and a specimen tub gurnard...
undulate ray don't come much bigger than this pair landed by the Cornishman...
while pollack was a feature of all the net boat landings...
another fine brill...
a solitary heron checked out the fishing in the harbour...
as the crew of the Enterprise went through their starboard side trawl...
another good haul of seabed litter came ashore...
almost all the Rowse fleet were in port tis morning...
the latest big crabber to join the Waterdance fleet, Winter of Ladram...
the Twilight is one of the largest boats able to make use of the slip...
seen here bow on...
her name and number picked out in the morning sun...
as the last of the antifouling goes on...
one of our buoys is missing...
luckily there is a tracking beacon fitted so the authorities were able to say exactly (almost) where it could be picked up...
as the sun rise...
there is ample opportunity to reflect on what the day might bring...
Newlyn's totally unique fishy Christmas tree...
adorns the space taken by the now filled-in Keel Alley alongside the old ice-works - which will one day soon be home to the Newlyn Heritage Centre.
