It's a dark, damp start to the week...
and a big mending job in the offing for the Trevessa IV crew......
auctioneer Ian has a market full of fish to clear...
tub gurnards don't come much bigger than these beauties from the St Georges...
gone are the days when cod were a thing, these days most landings seldom have more than one or two boxes...
it seems octopus are just as happy with scad for bait...
just what every netter doesn't need, a guts full of dogs...
there's still bluefin tuna quota left for a handful of boats...
octopus a-plenty, a sign of climate change or just a shift in the marine environemnt, either way, there are still tons of them being landed...
black bream in a green box...
big bass from the bass-meister himself...
and some cracking Cadgwith reds...
there's a few cuttles to be had too...
landings of hake have been quiet of late...
with fish from the Britannia V and the seiner, Acionna
it's just a drop of rain...
just what you don't need when it's time to land...
and today's poor weather sees many of the fleet tied up in the harbour...
plenty of pots on the way...
there's an Admiral is in town...
sister-ship hulls, but one's a netter, one a crabber...
the Rowse fleet at rest...
late night landing of sardines...
with some of the fleet still hauling at first light...
surrounded by omni-present gulls...
or heading home...
to land...
Michael Edward, the latest crabber to join the fleet.
