Six am and not a single fish on the market - the boats are all at sea...
so the grader lies idle...
as work continues to demolish the old iceworks...
just a few of the visiting scallopers...
typical trawl door used by French boats in these waters when fishing for bottom or demersal fish...
Defiant leads the inshore chase away form the harbour...
its that time of year when the Ivan Ellen gets her bottom scrubbed...
classic wooden yacht visiting...
and a slightly more modern design, a trimaran with folding hulls - makes berthing a cinch...
a royal boat?...
guess what this little scalloper wants to be when he grows up?...
the french crew are waiting for water...
stowing the gear on the Cornishman...
ambassador to the French, Andrew gives the skipper the all-clear to leave - after he received hospital treatment for a severe finger injury last night - and then to add insult to injury the boat picked up a tyre in ts prop when it was leaving in the early hours...
so this time as the boat leaves...
the skipper makes sure he has plenty of water under him as he heads out through the gaps...
and way past the Mount...
paint blasting on the beamer..
the mackerel fishing must be good - Stavros has been brought out of retirement!...
the punts lay three abreast while they queue to land...
mobile, colour echo sounder, satellite navigator and chart plotter and VHF radio using working channel 8...
another punt hangs off waiting to land...
as the fish come ashore...
five boxes at a time...
and hand graded on the market...
one of the highlights of Newlyn's busy social calendar, the Raft Race on Sunday the 30th of August, the day before the Newlyn Fish Festival - what a great weekend to be in this part of Cornwall...
and one for the youngsters, every Tuesday on the Green...
shades of blue Ben Gunn would love...
serviced liferafts make their way down the quay
one in, one out...
it's that man Matt on the bow again...
as the Ajax makes her way to the fish market...
as the Ajax's Irish skipper guides boxes of hake from the fishroom...
another resident Irishman strikes a pose trés nonchalant...
not much left of the iceworks now...
beam trawlers at rest.
