The start of the morning past slowly, and the lack of birds was a bit of a disappointment. The first tow was taking an age to haul in, and our skipper, Campbell, told us there was probably a lot of mud in the trawl. I wasn't prepared for quite how much...
|Luckily something had warned me to pull on my overalls that morning...|
Kenny was my hero, sluicing of the mud as we worked. Between the four of us we soon had the deck cleared and the mud washed and swept back into the sea.
|"You hose, I'll pick..."|
|"Look, there ARE fish in here!"|
Afterwards Kenny got even further into my good books, providing caffeine and biscuits all round. Excellent! We then steamed up to Skelmorlie and deployed the net again.
|John fuels up in the sun after out first bout with the mud|
|This unfortunate Greater Black Back has rope tangled around one leg, luckily this was only a small piece.|
|Remarkably brave Guillemots, the closest I've seen these birds without them having a major freak out|
|A large male Grey seal which followed the boat looking for scraps|
|Eiders congregate around the pier were they dive for molluscs and other foods|