The fishing fleet are back alongside early today. The forecast force seven north easterly has begun to blow.
Boats hurry homeward through the harbour entrance. . . .
. . . .to land their catch.
The agent, waiting on the quayside, holds their financial fate in his hands. All eyes are upon him, as the crews come alongside the fish hoist.
He stands, in well shined shoes, phone to his ear. Buying and selling. One eye on the look out for arriving craft. The other on the boat he is negotiating with. He checks the crated fish and sees it swung ashore to be weighed. Watchful as a hungry gull (centre left).
Some of the catch is loaded into queuing vans.
The rest is sold by the fishermen, from counters marked up with their boat's name and bearing her colours.
Leaving lean pickings for a hungry gull.
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