No chance of confusing ownership of these net bins..... with the weather a tad inclement outside the gaps a few hardened anglers take shelter angling from the comfort of a pontoon berth..... out in the Bay, the gale force winds have veered west nor'westerly almost obscuring the Anglian Princess on station..... the result of strong onshore wind on a southerly facing shore - plenty of weed.
Two boats and two decent hauls of anchovies off the Devon coast earlier this week prompts an immediate frenzy of mis-reporting in the national press - global warming and an imminent Franco-Spanish fishing invasion to cite just two examples of the need to create rather than report the news. The fish are found well inside any fishing limits and there are records going back years of anchovy being caught around the coast of the UK.
Date check for the Finding Sanctuary MPA day at the Cornwall Fisheries Resource Centre - it is on Wednesday the 4th November and not Monday as previously indicated here!
Dull and dismal with nothing visible beyond the quay looking towards St Michael's Mount this morning.....
but indoors, in the bright and more cheerful surroundings of Newlyn Harbour Cafe a bunch of 'Mission rejects' as dubbed by cafe regular Jake, take early morning tea and discuss the state of the nation, tea and toast topics included anchovies and scad...... along the road and past the ice works, Keel Alley reflects a change in season....... at the market, the netters CKS and Ben My Chree....... in the market, a couple of unusually large bream keep a lonely red mullet company..... and, at close on 57cm (if Sam from CEFAS had stretched him a little), this has to be one of the biggest dover soles on the market for some time...... caught by the Catherine Anne from Cadgwith and weighing in at close on 3kgs -bought by Smarts Prime Fish and possibly headed off to Kenny Everett (yes, he's alive and well and still stuffing fish in Truro), or possibly for a fine family feast for four..... hake, not so benign in either looks or disposition, (hence the term 'hakers', used by Newlyn men when referring to their north-coast cousins from St Ives), examples of some of the most predatory fish in home waters...... and a couple of porbeagles to keep them company....... peering above the ice, the bright green eye of a spur dog, much loved by London fish and chip shops and sold as rock salmon - an early form of marketing for an otherwise unsavoury sounding fish...... Lisa, unlike her namesake unable to play the saxophone, long time workhorse for the Stevenson fleet, gets her annual paint job..
Knowledge is power so the saying goes, if that's the case then a visit to the Cornwall Fisheries Resource Centre next Wednesday will provide an opportunity to find out more about Marine Protected Areas (MPA).
If you have any questions, local ex-fisherman, Spike Searle from Finding Sanctuary (sounds more like a tree-hugger's retreat than an organisation dedicated to the well-being of marine life and not to be confused with findingsanctuary ) will be available between 11am and 8pm to discuss their mission to create a network of MPAs in the seas around South West England.
Just what the boats don't need after days at sea on arriving to land their fish on a deserted quayside in the dark - searching the length and breadth of the fish market the boys from the Gary M eventually found just enough palettes on which to put their fish into the cold store...... when landing at low water, and with hundreds of pounds of fish per box, care needs to be taken to see that the boxes do not tip back into the harbour..... skipper Timmy Boyle watches from the deck as the boxes are stacked carefully...... and pulled out of the darkness into a brightly lit market hall..... the cold store is choked with the fish from other landings tonight...... under plenty of floodlights over on the slip, work continues well into the night on the classic sail boat Ruth where several sheets of copper sheathing have been removed to allow the shipwrights to caulk the hull...... her huge bowsprit points upwards from the slip.
No chance of confusing ownership of these net bins.....
with the weather a tad inclement outside the gaps a few hardened anglers take shelter angling from the comfort of a pontoon berth.....
out in the Bay, the gale force winds have veered west nor'westerly almost obscuring the Anglian Princess on station.....
the result of strong onshore wind on a southerly facing shore - plenty of weed.
late Friday evening and a couple of smaller netters get their fish ashore.....
along with the Britannia IV landing to a lorry.
Dull and dismal with nothing visible beyond the quay looking towards St Michael's Mount this morning.....
but indoors, in the bright and more cheerful surroundings of Newlyn Harbour Cafe a bunch of 'Mission rejects' as dubbed by cafe regular Jake, take early morning tea and discuss the state of the nation, tea and toast topics included anchovies and scad......
along the road and past the ice works, Keel Alley reflects a change in season.......
at the market, the netters CKS and Ben My Chree.......
in the market, a couple of unusually large bream keep a lonely red mullet company.....
and, at close on 57cm (if Sam from CEFAS had stretched him a little), this has to be one of the biggest dover soles on the market for some time......
caught by the Catherine Anne from Cadgwith and weighing in at close on 3kgs -bought by Smarts Prime Fish and possibly headed off to Kenny Everett (yes, he's alive and well and still stuffing fish in Truro), or possibly for a fine family feast for four.....
hake, not so benign in either looks or disposition, (hence the term 'hakers', used by Newlyn men when referring to their north-coast cousins from St Ives), examples of some of the most predatory fish in home waters......
and a couple of porbeagles to keep them company.......
peering above the ice, the bright green eye of a spur dog, much loved by London fish and chip shops and sold as rock salmon - an early form of marketing for an otherwise unsavoury sounding fish......
Lisa, unlike her namesake unable to play the saxophone, long time workhorse for the Stevenson fleet, gets her annual paint job..
Just what the boats don't need after days at sea on arriving to land their fish on a deserted quayside in the dark - searching the length and breadth of the fish market the boys from the Gary M eventually found just enough palettes on which to put their fish into the cold store......
when landing at low water, and with hundreds of pounds of fish per box, care needs to be taken to see that the boxes do not tip back into the harbour.....
skipper Timmy Boyle watches from the deck as the boxes are stacked carefully......
and pulled out of the darkness into a brightly lit market hall.....
the cold store is choked with the fish from other landings tonight......
under plenty of floodlights over on the slip, work continues well into the night on the classic sail boat Ruth where several sheets of copper sheathing have been removed to allow the shipwrights to caulk the hull......
her huge bowsprit points upwards from the slip.
