FISHERMEN .

This morning when eventually I had shaken myself and had my morning "fix" of oxygen, Sue and I decided to go for a walk. Well it was Murky, Drizzly and not that nice, but off we went, after a short walk into the town centre and on toward the sea front the sky started to clear a little. We then saw a trawler negotiating the narrow river mouth channel on his way to unloading his catch. I then thought it could be a blog in the making.By the time we had traversed the point and made our way to the river beach the trawler had docked on the fish Quay. I should probably tell you now we have three of these little trawlers based here in Teignmouth, this one TH117 had just been out since early morning fishing for Sprats. As a by the way I will just mention this little bit of useless information, trawlers are registered in their home ports and carry the first and last letters of their port town ie Teignmouth is TH, Brixham is BM, and so on.So the deck hands soon had the boxes lined up in the hold, the stacker truck bringing all they needed. Within 20-25 the little boat had unloaded its fishy contents of 90% Sprats, with just a spattering of other fish and a couple of crabs etc.The fish market lorry was expected to arrive and whisk off its contents any minute, is that fresh or what?.
Apologies for the picture quality, but it was very dull and dismal. Half an hour later the sun came out !!, so it was off to our favourite sea front cafe for a mug of tea and watch the world go by.
Above, this picture shows the local trawler alongside our little fish quay, the stacker truck bringing more boxes for filling.
Here lies the Trawler at the fish quay about to start unloading its nearly full hold of fish.
Above, The main deckhand preparing the boxes ready to receive todays catch of Sprats.
Above, The deck hand loads the boxes onto the winch, then up they come.
Above swinging full boxes out of the hold onto the fish Quay, quite a nice catch for a days work.
Above a box of Sprats, straight from the trawler couldn't be much fresher, at this stage a bit of local knowledge and a pound buys a bucket full, done in a tomato sauce what a treat.

Joke of the day.

The local news station was interviewing an 80-year-old lady because she'd just gotten married -- for the fourth time. The interviewer asked her questions about her life, about what it felt like to be marrying again at 80, and then about her new husband's occupation. "Oh, He's a funeral director," she answered. "Interesting, " the newsman thought. He then asked her if she wouldn't mind telling him a little about her first three husbands and what they did for a living. She paused for a few moments, needing time to reflect on all those years. After a short time, a smile came to her face and she answered proudly, explaining that she'd first married a banker when she was in her early 20s, then a circus ringmaster when in her 40s, later on a preacher when in her 60s, and now she was in her 80s, a funeral director. The interviewer looked at her, quite astonished, and asked why she had married four men with such diverse careers. She smiled and explained, "I married one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go."