The light! the light!

Under yet another Turneresque sky...

the quality of the light even pervades the fish market...

making the Imogen's JDs look stunning...

and these Spanish mackerel...

lemons from the Lisa...

haddock and ...

megrims soles from the Filadelfia...

outside its almost magical in the morning mist...

with Tom enjoying some quiet calm...

as the beamer heads away from the harbour...

and back again...

to pick up her gear...

in the misty conditions...

one half is done...

just 50% more to do...

catching the action at the new Wherry Town skatepark...

moments before you just know it's all going wrong!...

down off the prom, the Battery Rocks swimmers...

 get ready...

go!

A Cornishman at dusk

Newlyn Fish Festival reminder this Bank Holiday Monday!

Read all about it!

http://www.newlynfishfestival.org.uk/festival-programme

Cefas sampling on the Shiralee courtesy of Simon Armstrong

Day fishing on the Shirlaee with Peter and Geof!

Mackerel

Mackerel salad - simple  and simply devine!

Just a boat or two at Twilight

As the gig girls get into their stride down the harbour...

avoiding crabs where possible...

hopefuly there's another Helen Glover in the making somewhere here...

early evening sees the inshore trawler Innisfallen making a landing...

as skipper Nigel contemplates the world at large...

before heading back to berth for a few hours...

the harbour staff happy to weed the quays in preoaration for the coming Newlyn Fish Festival...

as another inshore trawler makes it in #ThroughTheGaps ...

and up to the market...

with anglers adorning the quay the biggest beamer in the port,...

 the Billy Rowney heads out to sea...

and drops her derricks as another gig passes under her stern...

as the sun goes down, the Cornish Sardines come up in the wayer so the local sardine fleet have mustered...

always the chance of a bass or two close in...

as the rest of the sardiner fleet...

head out from the gaps...

in perfect conditions...

at the top of a big spring tide...

its Twilight or crepsicule time...

not so good for the boats with rags...

but great for the visitors to see...

as they take a stroll down the quay...

to enjoy the sights and sounds...

as the last of the inshore tawl fleet heads for the gaps.

Crepsicule for William