Safe and sound as an anchor...
the hake netter, Karen of Ladram...
along with most of the fleet are tied up in port over the big spring tide...
fresh fish - this is what Newlyn is all about!...
fish like hake...
big prime flatfish like these turbot...
even bigger haddock...
and always a good selection of ray...
red mullet...
tub gurnard...
and of course big, bad, beautiful bass that Colin just could not resist giving the auctioneer the nod for...
it takes two to tango...
as the bidding wars continue...
for some more prime flats from the beam trawlers...
Cornishman...
and St Georges...
who landed a big trip of monkfish...
in the fridge a few boxes of handline mackerel...
and pristine sardines from the Pelagic Marksman...
temporarily closed to the outside world - the refurbishment of the other end of the fish market continues apace...
looking back at the same view...
Stevenson's head auctioneer Ian looks for another bid to come forth...
despite the amorous attentions from young Mr Smart...
with the netters tied up there is precious little by way of big whitefish so these pollack made good money this morning...
before being whisked away to the back of the waiting Iceberg lorry...
dramatic skies on the dark side this morning owing to that huge moon still lingering over the town...
fish arrive overnight or early morning from all corners of the country...
the fleet riding high at high water...
which makes life much easier for Peter and the boys aboard the sardine ring-netter Asthore...
as they haul the giant net aided by the hauler...
onto the quayside...
carefully flaking it down...
and spreading it out...
before hauling it back on the boat...
into the huge aft net pound...
ready for the start of another night's work out in the bay.