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Thursday evening and Pendeen gig rowers get to enjoy a flat calm training session...
both beam trawls on the St Georges being readied for her first post-refit trip...
methinks there's a degree of frustration on display here...
Millenium bound in...
closely followed by the latest inshore trawler to join the fleet the Guardian...
not a bad day's work...
instructions coming from deep down in the fishroom of the Guardian...
as the day's catch is hauled to the market...
next in is Still Waters and there's a huge amount of fishing knowledge leaning over the port rail...
Friday morning's market was 100% top quality day-boat fish like these cracking Couch's bream......
and even some wrasse which make excellent sashimi when served up fresh...
prices remain strong which is just as well with the ever increasing burden of rising fuel prices....
there's plenty of red mullet...
and even the odd Zulu, no doubt caught west of the Scillys......
they say a good ship is a tidy ship, if so, Jen T must be the goodest...
even some fishermen wear yellow wellies...
the Acciona was the only non-day boat to land - plenty of top quality seine net aught haddock...
maybe the John Dory's thumbprint represents an eye and serves to confuse would be predators...
good to see the Imogen still anding the biggest shots of these gorgeous eating fish, must be in her sole...
a touch too close to the rough...
Lionel's on the move...
heading back to a berth...
scavenger...
two sides to every plaice...
megs galore...
and a few mackerel...
almost the entire fleet is at sea today...
it's be rocking in the Swordfish tonight...
one in one out...
tasty boat...
ice time...
work continues replacing the worn out fenders...
young Nigel is all smiles as the craws come ashore...
pile driver...
one to deliver, two to stand guard, fuel tankers are worth more than a bullion wagons.
Those dorsal fins hide a nasty surprise for any would be predator that decides to swallow a greater weaver fish, there much smaller cousins, the Lesser Weaver, also inhabit big sandy beaches like Sennen and have been known to make their presence felt on the occasional paddler...
brill, like many flatfish, also like to bury themselves in a sandy bottom...
succulent undulate ray wings...
there are two types of smoothound, or pissers as they are known locally...
JDs, signs of summer
yet another big octo...
all that there was to show for a 4am start and 6 hours at sea...
heading off for breakfast...
work has begun removing the rotten pylons...
Jamie on manouvres...
as young Mr Stevens and Roger head off to shoot some gear...
several shades of blue at the home of Cornwall Fish Direct...
as young Anthony admires the latest batch of beautiful red mullet safe in Lee's hands headed for another happy customer...
this must be the nearest ex Dory King Roger Nowell gets to enjoying that early morning mug of tea admiring the view from the wheelhouse of his beloved Imogen III.