Myths and legends in the port

Let's hope he hasn't, "lost his penka doon the nettie", our resident Geordie slips back to a berth with the landing gear still aloft on the Valhalla.....
fresh supplies of tooth bars and backs have arrived for the biggest scalloper around, the Jacoba...
still looking good after her annual paint-up, unlike another household cleaner Vim this one is still around....
still against the quay, PZ10....
fresh lube oil next to fresh paint means the Cornish flag-flying Sapphire cannot be far off ready to go back to sea....
stood alongside the Emma Louise and many months labour, Alistair is itching to get those pots wet...
shrouded from the rain, the new sails for the Ripple are being kept under wraps for the moment...
not very often you see the bow and stern ropes put ashore incorrectly, for the uninitiated the bow rope should be passed over the boat ahead's stern rope and not under as has happened here - in poor weather the ropes might chafe through or one could be lifted from the bollard - either way a boat could end up set adrift.....
in the rain, Jan Strick lends a hand with the trawl before it is wound on to the net drum.....
its smiles all round in Badcocks lates exhibition although in another room....
there are a few legends on display.