As winter approaches the skies darken evermore frequently over Newlyn...
as the porters busy themselves picking up the morning's purchases...
there's plenty of hot air blowing across the auction floor...
with so much hake from the Stelissa...
the Enterprise spent a week at sea and this is the sum of all the cod she caught...
and a handful of bream...
stack 'em high...
yet more squid...
and monk tails...
though John Dory are noe becoming more scarce...
unlike Dover sole, staple diet for beam trawlers...
the dogs of yore...
a senior citizen of the lobster world, this guy would definitely qualify for a bus pass...
a slack box of scad...
more cephalopods...
and some cracking inshore gurnard...
a handful of handline mackerel men braved yestardy's weather in the apty named. The Storm Child...
and the Sea Spray, of which there must have been plenty when these were hauled aboard...
just the one big bluefin to finish off the week...
a small return for a hard morning's work with the jigging gear for young Gary on te Bethshan...
market tour over, there's a little more light in the sky...
with two of the top boats gracing the ed of the Mary Williams pier...
the sardine boats have returned from working out of Falmouth and Mevagissey for now...
good to see Bleach of Lavant's family trucking history showcased in artwork on the side of the truck.
