Dark skies and heavy clouds hang over Newlyn this morning as a handful of remaining boats prepare for sea after a week of prolonged gales that have kept the entire fleet tied up against the quays...
as Joy of Ladram makes her way through the gaps for another trip hake hunting...
though away to the south-east the sun is making a brave attempt to bring some light to the sky...
wet trails on the market floor after a handful of boxes of fish were sold this morning...
the market won't expect to see any significant landings until the end of the week when the first boats begin to land...
the best part of a fleet of pots waits on the quay to be worked on adding back strops and swivels.