In the meantime, low cloud almost hides the south pier...
Cod, despite the ever-present smile, had no fish this morning...
while the market had plenty, from the beam trawls of the Enterprise...
with some top quality reds...
a good mix of ray...
and some might meaty turbot from the Silver Dawn...
big head-on monk from the prawn boats...
and some very creative shellfish - damp cloth (traditionally hemp sacks) is used to cover live shellfish which allows them to 'breathe' and effectively extend their shelf life...
one or three bass about...
more megs...
and some cracking haddock from the Boy Enzo...
cuttles don't get much fresher than this...
nor octopus...
pollack...
mackerel...
or bass from Cap'n Cod landed last night...
hopefully, Andrew didn't put his back out heaving these big Mediterranean octopus aboard...
now, where did that box of monk go?..
pristine reds...
and some huge JDs...
high-water on a big tide allows the bigger boats to stay longer at the fish market...
after landing to go through their gear...
keeping it clean...
happy to accept a fish for breakfast...
and two seconds later surfacing expectantly waiting for another, the harbour seal and his insatiable appetite...
Vision V in to land...
now there's a familiar face, young Roger signs off yet another list of completed jobs aboard the 'new' Twilight in readiness for her maiden voyage under new ownership and name...
plenty of room to land at the market for two.