It's that time of year when fishing goes slack and those below waterline jobs get done...
with boats brought up to dry out on the hard, skipper Roger keeping an eye on the Martha Mae to make sure she leans against the quay and not out so that she doesn't fall over as the tide drops...
two fine blues...
plenty of paws...
and even more butt - a big shot from the Ocean Pride...
summer shells...
usual landing of tails form the St Georges...
nice whiting...
while the prawn boats made p for a lack of net caught hake...
and Dory...
the inshore boats picking away at a few mackerel...
bass...
and cuttles...
young Georgie scraping those hard patches again...
plenty of spiders at the moment...
just a few boats in port this morning...
one with a big gear repair job to do...
days of sail, the Leader at rest...
template time...
the scourge of any trawler, old trans-Atlantic telegraph cable, the broken ends are often worn to a hyperdermic-like point...
showing the broken outer steel wire which encases a tarred cloth wound around the inner copper cable proper which is what transmits the signal...
it takes a while to fill the tanks...
punt paint-up time.