Yet another piece of Newlyn history is consigned ignominiously on the back of a low-loader to the scrapheap...
in the market it's all eyes down for a full house...
the Lisa has managed to deprive Mr Nowell of yet more JDs...
tales of an incongruous conger curled in a box...
best bass bound away...
as the buyers huddle over the next sale...
which fish is this the tail end of?...
down the line at the end of the grader...
the market floor is running in black gold again.