Monday morning's market.

Just the two beam trawlers this morning...

which meant plenty of monk tails...

a few boxes of good haddock...

all going down in the books...

at Cornwall's biggest fish market...

just a handful of bass making a good price...

name this fish?...

first of the netters for this tide, the Govenek of Ladram put ashore a quick landing of hake...

while the beamers pulled out a box of congers...

some huge Dover sole...

and the odd red gurnard...

as the crabber Emma Louise made her way in...

it won't be long before the Billy Rowney is ready for sea trials...

while the Lisa has a couple of tons of chain to go aboard...

so that's where that flag went!, looks like Don is still is festival mood...

the one and only.

First #FishyFriday of September.

Big tides mean there was no fish from the netters this morning...

but plenty from the beamers and inshore boats...

like these haddock...

a brace of monk tails...

and some stunning quality hours old bass form the punt, Cynthia...

and big grey mullet form the victory...

and Nigel managed to steal good few boxes of JDs with the Innisfallen

pristine line caught pollack...

blondes and...

stars...

pallets are numbered in case they get lost (playing on an old Spike Milligan joke about why policemen have a number)...

you know it is...

late morning sardine landing over and done with...

tallied up in the buyer's book...

they're still about...

in the form of the classic trading ketch...

Irene...

Newlyn, back to normal after the Fish Festival.

It's business as usual as the boats ready themselves for sea...

the Bonnie Grace gets to make a landing mid-afternoon...

and the Emily Rose comes in to take ice - click here and you can see the second of two blog posts from another sea-going student aboard the Emily...

time for the Twlihgt III to make her landing at the fish market...

as Jeremy slips into harbour workboat mode with the Danmar to shift the Ros na Rioch up ahead so that she can dry out at low water and have her hull inspected...

these pots, retrieved by the crabber Emma Louise have been down, lost on the seabed, for several years judging by the amount of growth on them, probably from those infamous 2014 Valentine's day storm that caused so much damage to the coastline and to fishing gear...

a closer look reveals that lost pots do not contribute in any way to 'ghost fishing' - post need bait to attract fish...

 - no bait- no fish! - the bottom of the pots here are spotless...

Emma slips past the Twilight III...

to take ice...

signs that the end of the sailing season are coming to a close - empty marina berths for the first time in months...

classic lines, classic boat...

the serious side of scallop dredging as practised...

by the Albion DS10 one of the UK's biggest scallopers...

ex-trawler skipper Brian, Parkinson's notwithstanding, keeps on fishing...

the end of the refit is in sight as two new sets of beam trawl are rigged in-situ aboard the Cornishman...

the Hope boat safely moored against the quay and a list given her so that she leans into - and not away from - the quay when the tide drops and she dries out... 

a distant view shows just how big the Albion is...

at the same time the netter, Ajax is fighting to get in the slip cradle with a strong beam-on wind ...

the sweeping lines of a classic yacht...

contrast with the slightly more practical scalloper, Albion...

skipper Barry Ede heads for home after another day on the mackerel.