'Tis a mighty, mizzly Monday morning in Newlyn.

A fresh breeze and plenty of mizzle to start the week...

some banging monk tails from the Cornishman...

big plaice...

and a good landing of the fish with the hump...

from whence it got it's Cornish name according to Morton...

young Mr Barnes didn't just catch one conger...

but a whole dozen boxes...

nice trip from the Millenia too...

away with the scallops...

more delicate monk livers, a must try for any fish fan...

last of yhe netters to land, the Stelissa finished off her tide with a shot of hake...

these are inshore fish, but what are they?..

some cracking jigged squid...

and pleny of mackerel at the moment...

the march of the Mediterranean octopus continues...

topping out at just over 100kg, another nice bluefin on the market...

last of the Cornishman's fish, plenty of decent Dovers...

revved up and raring to go, refrigerated transport at the ready...

taking a more leisurely approach, patrol boat St Piran...

the crabber Winter of Ladram, her vivier tanks pumped dry raises her bow high out of the water so that her tons of crab can be offloaded and bound for España.

 

Feeling the fine forecast for FishyFriday.

One small step for Jeremy...

Friday's market was busy enough with a big shot of fish including bass...

 from the UK flagged, Spanish built, ex-Thinganes now Njord Venture that sailed from Plymouth a week ago...

ray...

of all species were landed...

along with squid...

and conger...

the inshore guys managed a few boxes of mackerel...

and the sardine boats were kept busy overnight...

and this morning...

with the Serene Dawn filling every available space on board...

before brailing her fish ashore...

and here's how it's done, like clockwork...

in the early hours...

the beam trawler Trevessa IV also landed a trip of cuttles...

more harbour boxes speeding their way to a local merchant...

waiting to throw the bow rope ashore...

the St Georges moves in to the ice berth...

under the watchful eyes of the local gull population...

and a young, solitary seal, new visitor to the harbour.

 

Mid-week and where's the fish?

Always a tense time when your boat leaves its natural habitat and becomes grounded, Jeremy keeping an eye on things as the tide drops...

two to go please...

its a cracking morning in Newlyn...

the grader is looking spotless...

there's a Wincat on passage...

and a handful of punts...

are taking advantage of a lull in the wind...

to dip their lines...

as ever, Tom is keeping an eye...

on all four points of the compass...

as it's that time of the year again, just the cheese sandwich missing...

 Newlyn Gallery keeping it real...

just some of the boats heading out this morning.