Early enough for headlights on the prom...
as the sun struggles to find a hole in the cloud...
Tom is set against a morning sky...
as Steve on the Chris Tacha lands his crab, his first trip after working away on the whelks and crab...
there's always one trying to escape...
at the fish market...
looking at the gaps...
the harbour is bathed in that golden glow...
with a market full of mixed fish...
with top quality form virtually all the day trawlers now making nightly landings to keep the quality A1...
left in case the French yacht decides to anchor here by the Mission...
sun's nearly up...
the target has been reached in record time, so says the concretometer.