Looking back towards Penzance the sun tries to punch its way through the low cloud...
and fights a losing battle for now......
giving Tom not much of a view...
as a yacht exits a harbour...
where many of the boats are...
barley visible...
some of which will be captured for TV later this year...
while things are clear enough on a market bursting at the seams...
with some huge shots of the very best fish Newlyn can muster like these turbot and brill...
lovely Sapphire II lemons...
while the Britannia V...
put ashore a good shot of hake...
alongside monk tails for the Myghal...
now and then the turbot's genetic makeup gets confused and the white side begins to take on the same appearance as the white belly...
lights, camera, auction, action...
looks like the biggest ring-netter in the West is about to take to the sea...
while it looks like this little steel trawler yacht dreams of being a real trawler like the Olivia Belle when she grows up...
buried in the most confined space imaginable, Neil gets to weld the main winch brake band...
inside the close confines of the Sapphire's winch housing - not a job for a claustrophobic engineer...
on an otherwise tranquil morning.
