Strong southeasterly winds lashed the prom overnight.........
leaving Tom looking out over the Bay with a solitary ship at anchor..........
buyers check back at the office as the auction gets under way..........
and confirm the morning's bids........
the odd squid get big enough to stretch the length of a fish box.........
moving on to the next boat.........
down the quay two crabbers wait........
with boxes of bait........
as the scrapping work continues .........
on the hull of the Dom Boscoe.........
one lift too many on this block........
lined up and ready to be fitted........
the timber and tyre fenders are bolted together in a temporary lorry park workshop.......
just as well this little lot ended up on the beach rather than in someones prop.......
the greyest of grey mornings as light eventually fills the sky.
