Tom is treated to a Mount's Bay morning sky devoid of cloud...
as the eleventh hour of the eleventh day approaches...
with just over a dozen beam trawlers active in the port landings are often down to one boat, today it's the St George's turn to put some flats like plaice...
and Dover soles...
and these amorous congers...
keeping an eye on things...
a handful of ray...
while bass from that best of bass boats, Butts made good money...
there were even a few scallops to go under the hammer...
bass get their age determined by sampling scales and not otoliths...
with the air temperature around 13ยบ and a box of bonito tuna on the market you could be forgiven for thinking you were somewhere on the Med!...
these guys are still proving elusive in any quantity in the Bay though...
keeping the big beam trawlers happy, that there black gold...
bidding on beam trawl fish in progress...
like mackerel, squid are also shying away...
unlike the seaweed which is finding its way everywhere including the harbour, causing the pints endless fun picking weed from their props - you wouldn't want to steam towing a mass of weed astern would you Danny? ;-) ...
a little more light in the sky...
begins to flood the harbour...
as a few if the boats prepare for sea...
under the last vestiges of moonlight...
as the Emma is about to sail the St Georges...
takes fuel...
star-like...
she's looking good...
as the dawn breaks...
and a handful of gulls set out for breakfast...
from the confines of the harbour...
another early bird heads back in the through the gaps...
as young Mr Pascoe heads out...
the day looks set to be a fair one...
all set for trade today in town.