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Wednesday, 2 August 2017
'Tiz a mild 'n muggy morning for the first mid-week market in August.
Muggy, misty and more rain to come, not what we were anticipating for the opening days of August here in Nelwyn, not that the lack of sun makes much difference to the lives of the guys who go out and catch fish...
so there's a good mix of trip and dayboat fish on this morning's market...
as the buyers surround a dozen or so boxes of fish less than 18 hours old from the Helford based New Harmony...
prominent among today's boats is a huge landing of plaice...
from the Twilight III...
while the big beam trawler Billy Rowney picked up a few big turbot to top off the trip...
while Tom picked away some quality JDs...
and brill...
always a hit, though there's probably never enough bass to supply demand at this time of year with the tripper season in full swing...
so red mullet like these near perfect specimens will make a great substitution...
along with all the other top quality line caught fish which we associate with Newlyn's handline fleet...
a pair of beautiful blues rounded off the Serene Dawn'si trip...
and a brace of thornbacks which make fine eating despite their rather prehistoric looks...
just the one invisible netter landing this morning with hake, the Gary M...
with a few boxes of blues to satisfy fans of BBQd fish...
Dover soles are bread and butter of the Elisabeth Veronique's trips...
though netters only pick away the odd monk and JD when they are using 120mm hake nets...
as did the Gary M...
while the only net on the huge scalloper Albion are found on the back of the dredges...
looks like it's bridle measuring time for the Crystal Sea...
as a stiff breeze picks its way across Mounts Bay and over the prom.