First light and the sun bathes Mount's Bay in an orange glow...
on Thursday's market there were fish from three inshore trawlers like the Harvest Reaper...
and one of the beam trawl fleet, the Filadelfia...
still proving elusive, these stripey mackerel are fetching premium prices for those lucky enough to catch a few...
there's one or two Dory moving in on the grounds...
along with these cracking red mullet...
and that still fashionable ugly sister of the bottom feeders, the tub gurnard...
all requiring the attention of the Otolith king...
like the thin red line of days gone by...
Ryan gets a chance to practise more of his daring dance floor moves atop the shelterdeck of the Gary M before they pull aboard a few tiers of hake gear with the turbot gear fishing away quietly over the next few days...
as Spike Milligan would have it, like policeman, beam trawls are numbered in case they get lost...
some cracking looking Gael Force pots represent fresh investment in the crabbing world...
it seems Charlie is still hell-bent on winning a place on Britain's Got Talent with his version of the Indian Rope Trick...
off in search of breakfast...
useful for a run ashore...
while Tom still keeping an eye on things along the seafront.