October's final Friday finds fresh fish fogbound.

Dull and dismal with nothing visible beyond the quay looking towards St Michael's Mount this morning.....

but indoors, in the bright and more cheerful surroundings of Newlyn Harbour Cafe a bunch of 'Mission rejects' as dubbed by cafe regular Jake, take early morning tea and discuss the state of the nation, tea and toast topics included anchovies and scad......
along the road and past the ice works, Keel Alley reflects a change in season.......
at the market, the netters CKS and Ben My Chree.......
in the market, a couple of unusually large bream keep a lonely red mullet company.....
and, at close on 57cm (if Sam from CEFAS had stretched him a little), this has to be one of the biggest dover soles on the market for some time......
caught by the Catherine Anne from Cadgwith and weighing in at close on 3kgs -bought by Smarts Prime Fish and possibly headed off to Kenny Everett (yes, he's alive and well and still stuffing fish in Truro), or possibly for a fine family feast for four.....
hake, not so benign in either looks or disposition, (hence the term 'hakers', used by Newlyn men when referring to their north-coast cousins from St Ives), examples of some of the most predatory fish in home waters......
and a couple of porbeagles to keep them company.......
peering above the ice, the bright green eye of a spur dog, much loved by London fish and chip shops and sold as rock salmon - an early form of marketing for an otherwise unsavoury sounding fish......
Lisa, unlike her namesake unable to play the saxophone, long time workhorse for the Stevenson fleet, gets her annual paint job..