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Showing posts with label line caught mackerel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label line caught mackerel. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 September 2018

Wednesday morning's market.


Only at this time of year do you get morning light like this when two complementary colours blends seamlessly, the deep blue of the night sky with the orange glow rising from the horizon...




and, as J.M.W. Turner observed in this watercolour sketch, as the two colours meet, being complementary they cancel each other out and the light between them appears almost white...



just as it is in the newly modernised fish market in Newlyn where the new lighting system continues to dazzle...



as Colin checks out possible boxes to bid on from the inshore boat Imogen III...


like this brace of red mullet and red bream...


which were both keenly contested as young Ryan kept the bidding going until the fish made well over £12 a kilo...


yet more mackerel hit the market tis morning...


along with the odd bass...


while all the inshore trawlers like the New Venture enjoyed a late harvest of John Dory


along with the Shiralee...


who also picked up a few stone of squid...


and the nearly re-named Imogen...


Dovers were thin on the ground this morning with no beam trawlers landed...


though there were a couple of blues...


and some Lennons, sorry lemons...


it won't be long before the second phase of the market is completed...


which will no doubt please Mr Cripps...


half an hour after the auction started light in the morning sky is even more intense...


as the sale ends the buyers make their way to the office...


as the dawn lightens the sky...


a loud protest...


sends this gull on its way...


the Harvest Moon is just beginning to wane now...


as a handful of punts and toshers fish for mackerel just off the Gear Pole...


there more red and orange in the harbour...


as Jeremy takes the Nazarene away to sea...


maybe one day the Pilot's Office will be brought back into use - it was needed years ago when Penlee Quarry supplied Blue Elvin granite down the South pier...


boats continue to draw photographers in the early hours...


especially when the light is so good...


as it bathes a select few properties along the seafront in penzance...


along with the newly installed solar panels being fitted to the fish market roof...


two more boats head out for a day's work...


as the moon is about to fade in the face of the rising sun...


hopefully the local gull population won't find the solar panels provide the perfect ledge on which to nest, time will tel...


the Harbour Office now flies the re-designed flag...


as Tom surveys the scene out in the bay...


enough funding has been raised - partly through generous public donations...


supported by local businesses like the PZ Gallery...


for the geothermic energy contractors to move in and make a start on providing a heated pool...


seems the water is the right temperature for the mackerel as the fleet, though hardly reminiscent of the mackerel heydays in the 70s and 80s when a fleet of over 100 small boats fished the winter mackerel fishery here...


glasses are always handy to have by the sea...



the sun is warm enough to cause a slight sea mst to rise...


as it towers over the Mount and the Scillonian III as she prepares to sail...


rush hour in PZ...


though there is no work in the dry dock at the moment...


it's all at the Co-op now, well it will be when the Gry Maritha after she has loaded makes her way to the Scillys...



yesterday morning was equally as calm and light as the beam trawler Cornishman headed into port.

Saturday, 25 July 2015

Taking a punt on the mackerel


Homeward bound...



the transport infrastructure for fish from Newlyn is superb...


a few blocks of concrete are all that remain of the old iceworks...


all the 4s from Falmouth...


mini-conveyor belt deck system aboard the scalloper...


name that lifeboat?...


brand spanking new mizzen...


a sea of masts and rigging looking out Through the Gaps...


looking good on the slipway...


the tall ship Irene berthed on the Stone quay...


a family of scallopers...


ishore trawler power...


classy wooden deck of a visiting yacht...


the grim reaper's distant Celtic cousin...


the big one is well ahead this year...


power to the orange team...


classic 104 years old Swedish working boat,  Deodar after sailing down from Milford Haven...


her English counterpart the even older,  Irene...


heading fir the fish market, the mackerel boys return...


that man and his hat...


the elusive, Wiffer...


less not more with Mr Morley...


contré jour...


and in full view...


the Trevose makes her way for ice.