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Wednesday, 14 September 2016

Mid-week market in Newlyn


All quiet, after the deluge...


the kind of weather JMW Turner would have died for...


with a broken beamer trip and inshores...


filling one end of the market with superb quality fish...


like these monk from the New Harmony...


though there is still very little sign of autumnal squid...


there were some titanium white turbot...


meaty monk...


a solitary bass...


and young Nigel managed to bag a few JDs from ending up in the Imogen IIs cod end...


with their distinctive 'thumb print' market that gives rise to the fish's name Saint Pierre in France...


telling fish apart by their individual distinctive marks is in most cases easy enough but when it comes to these ray, which one is the blonde...


and which one is the spotted variety?...


"must have put them somewhere"...


Dunlop workboots, de rigeur in the fishing industry either ashore or afloat...


the lazy gulls patrol the market edge for scraps...


while their keener cousins take to the wing...


 in search of breakfast...


looks like early retirement for yacht Taranga, one of the Normandy Channel yacht race - after calm conditions on leaving Plymouth the fleet encountered some more challenging Atlantic type conditions as they rounded the Lizard and headed for land's End during the night. Here's a sniuppet of a race report from Miranda Merron aboard the, Campagne de France:
"We had a very exciting time to negotiate the passage from the Lizard because of ugly clouds, enormous scales of wind and many grains. It is obvious that this kind of fun always happens at night! Then, approaching the southwest tip of Cornwall, the horizon is darkened, the wind suddenly shifted ... we had to roll up urgently the gennaker to pass through the small shortcut between Longship and Land's end, which is only a few hundred metres wide. It happens, as long as the GPS and maps are accurate. Now we await the depression, in absolute calm conditions! Generali is a few miles ahead, and Serenis not far behind ...all drift northward with the current ... "


the collective noun is, a bevvy of beamers...


the Gallilee now has the bulk of her topside work completed, well the woodwork at least! Roll on next year Jeremy ;-)