Gulls fly past Tom...
as he watches over those that come and go Through the Gaps...
and those that ply their trade across the Bay...
not smoke but steam, cooked crab steam...
the Coombe, built for donkey and cart is too tight for heavy goods transport...
it's that time again, nearly...
Rowse's new crabber...
waits for her new main engine...
as topsides get a full makeover...
the hake netter, Ajax prepares to set sail...
as a myriad of contrails criss-cross the morning sky...
smoke, nearly on the water...
the lobster equivalent of a beehive...
stands in shipping containers on the South pier...
as work on the Algrie nears completion.