Hard to imagine that the Bay before the sun came up was pink then red this morning...
either way Tom can see clearly to the horizon...
and in this light the harbour and its contents just glow...
under the arming sky...
making Newlyn one of those special places...
first thing...
in the morning...
for those up early enough...
to catch the rays of sunlight...
bathing the port...
and the boats...
coral encrusted sea coal...
like the view warms the cockles...
the slip cradle seems to have slipped...
as some early morning #punt activity...
breaks the still waters...
as the relief lifeboat Jock and Anne Slater rests in her berth...
keeping the transport company...
while the John Dory king takes ice...
providing a safe haven...
as that man Barry heads for home...
through the congested berths at high water...
the Newlyn Harbour Lights crew do their thing...
looks like the ALB will head the shouts league table this year...
mackerel are once again proving highly elusive for the handline fleet...
Ivan Alexander and his big brother all set for the next shout...
under today's somewhat spooky skies.