Final Monday morning market in September.

There's a definite shift in the weather this morning with more than a hint of autumn in the chilly early morning air...

every trawler skipper's dread, the trawl in the prop, bunged-up...

ling make good eating...

as do the big flats like brill...

tcepahalapods are still thin on the ground...

fish of the day, red gurnard - ask your local fishmonger to get some in for you to try...

pristine line caught pollack...

the one beam trawler that landed put ashore monk tails...

megrim sole...

and lemons...

while Tom picked up a cracking JD...

one of the bass boys in his new ship pitched in with a good haul of bass...

those small mesh nets work only too well for the likes of red mullet...

there were even a few mackerel around this morning...

Monday morning fish on the move...

good to see one of the local shags makes diving for his breakfast look easier than Suarez ...

late morning landing of Cornsh sardines...

by the Pelagic Marksman...

there's a good chance that today will see people caught out in the odd heavy but short shower..

the big fella has landed.

 

What kind of marine accidents have to be reported and which do not?

 

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It's another fine FishyFrday in Newlyn.

Last few hours for the netting fleet before they leave their berths to take ice and head away for the next tide...

with fine weather comes fine fishing and the auction was full of inshore landings this morning...

with boats like the Immy putting Cornish sole ashore...

along wit plenty of rays...

braces of brill...

fresh blood means fresh fish...

not that the squid fishing s too cracky...

the oddly named Plus Four...

the port's biggest boat Enterprise landed their usual selection of ground fish like these turbot...

more megs...

plaice...

lemons...

monk tails...

haddock...

and Dovers...

while Tom took good luck talisman Ben with him who obviously knows a thing or two about where those summer-time JDs live...

a shining example from the Butts...

of those beautiful bass...

live brown crab...

and a box or three of blues made up the rest f the day's fish up for auction...

those shellfish guys get through way more bait than the local fleet can catch for them...

PJ heads away...

and out through the gaps...

every little helps to increase propulsion power...

off with the old prop and its mystical markings...

homage to the sun god...

as young Andrew...

steers the punt Benediction...

through the rays of the rising sun spreading its heartwarming glow over all those lucky enough to make their living from the sea...

while inland the cold night air has created an early morning mist...

that has begun to roll down form the hills at the back of the port...

giving the old ice works an almost castle-in-the-air look...

not that the net-setter working from the depths of the net shed...

 gets to enjoy the view...

always good to the the Ivan Ellen and the inshore boat exactly where they are - in berth and not at sea...

the hunt for mackerel continues under mystical St Michaels Mount...

the tranquil scene disturbed only by a guy riding some sort of witches broom around the bay.