7 am start to sketching in the old harbour...
and before you know it, on the second skecth the tide has gone out...
leaving the Admiral Grenville high and dry on the slip...
also high and dry is the huge Irish stern trawler, Unity...
bulbous bows just got bigger and bigger...
on the way to sorting another problem, the Danmark...
inshore steel stern trawler...
rust, the enemy of every steel boat owner...
bulbous bow with fin keels...
the Annie-May's first landing...
plastic tide...
6am and the fish market is packed with boxes...
turbot from the trammel netters...
John Dory form the inshore trawlers...
monk tails from the beamers...
and Dover soles too...
and even larger monk tails from the Don on the Filadelfia...
work continues on the second phase of the new market...
which means that space is still at a premium...
the trammel netters land even larger monk tails...
the big man loves his megrims...
a window on the auction...
while the prime fish (monk, megrim, Dover and lemon sole and plaice) from the two beam trawlers wait to be sold...
hake are just plain menacing fish...
big blonde...
first landing of turbot from the Annie-May...
pristine ray...
plenty of pollack from the line caught men...
even ore 'butt from the netters...
and some stunning monk tails...
Jimbo's jumbo hake...
don't leave a lot of room on the market floor...
for auctioneer Ian to keep the sale moving...
the rest of the Filadelfia's quality fish...
included a few snakes again...
big cod and red mullet...
more line caught pollack...
and the odd box of trap caught cuttles...
while the stacks of lie-caught fish get even higher...
prime white fish...
and superb monk tails from the Annie-May...
even three boxes need a big shove to get them moving over the new non-slip market floor...
nice reds Don...
seems Mr Smart cannot resist those prime turbot...
and it's good to see young Edwin back from the land of pizza, Pompei and prosecco...
the smart money is on turbot this morning....
busy, busy, busy...
here's looking at the fleet from the market...
MacDuff move in on the prawn trawler, Resolute for landing...
stones, every trawler skipper's nightmare, well the crew too because they have to mend all the holes in the net caused by bigger stones than this...
the Crystal Sea's bulbous bow...
dedicated to the boats they work aboard, crews on the Scottish boats always find a job or two to do between trips it seems, especially when they are thousands of miles form home.
