Sunday Stills: Things We Take For Granted

Wintering in a fishing port has offered plenty of opportunity to appreciate what goes on behind the scenes…

We often walk down to the neighbouring port of Javea where the fleet comes in late afternoon, trailed by excited flocks of gulls.  It’s amazing the number of people (many of them retired fishermen) who turn up to welcome the catch, compare each boat’s haul, and study the numbers, quality and variety of fish available.  As the last boat come in the fish market springs into action, echoing with the sound of bidding.

In Moraira, where we stay, the fleet is smaller, both in boat size and numbers, and the fleet comes in during the morning, though further down the coast in Calpe the boats return mid to late afternoon.

For other interpretations of ‘things we take for granted’ visit Sunday Stills.

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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8 Responses to Sunday Stills: Things We Take For Granted

  1. I was raised near a small lake with a forested area surrounding it and I miss it. The photo of the lake with the mist rising off of it was especially lovely.


  2. Tom K says:

    I could look at those fishermen on the misty lake for hours. Thanks for sharing.

    Tom The Backroads Traveller


  3. Pete says:

    I know all about things we take for granted and fish, I was born and brought up in Grimsby, which was one of the largest fishing ports in the world, my father and uncles worked on the docks and from it, my uncles were deep sea fishermen, they fished in some of the most dangerous winter fishing grounds were sea froze instantly as soon s it touch cables and the decks, where death was always a heart beat away, a rouge wave cold tip the ship on its side with lose of all souls. My father was a filleter, he would start work at 4am for the market, then the lumpers would take the bought fish to the fish house or to the area of the pontoon, deep in winter as the north wind blew snow and ice through the docks freezing hands and knifes. These were hard working, hard living men and women, a community of 1000′s who knew each other and each others family.
    Then it all ended, the fishing boats that would fill the docks so you could walk across the from quay to quay on the boats tied side by side, now its a marina for rich peoples yachts, homes from offices now fill the docks were for over 200 years fish were brought. Over fishing, government and red tape make it difficult, once proud fishing boats scraped and the brave hard working men also joined the scrape heap, nothing left but to tell the story of when fish made was king, the community died and those who were so close moved away from their birth place to find work, a new life a new community which would never be the same, never as close. Only a few now sail those who hold on to the fishing grounds, those who sail to bring what they can.
    Now Grimsby is Europe’s Food Capital, the majority of what is bought and eaten from Europe’s supermarket will have more than likely made and came from Grimsby, the irony of it is that most of the fish used in the manufacturer of the sea food products in Grimsby come from Asia.
    So next time you eat your fish and chips, freshly cooked give a thought of those who still risk their lives every time they sail so you can enjoy your lunch. Something you take for granted.


    • Sandra says:

      We used to watch The Trawlermen when it was screened a couple of years ago. How those guys did what they did in such terrible weather I’ll never know. And all those regulations re quotas… the cost of repairs and new nets…totally astounding. So yes, I do think their efforts are taken for granted.


  4. Dee says:

    Hi Sandra
    Love your photos, they provide a perfect setting for ‘Things We Take For Granted.’ My maternal great grandfather was a trawlerman, working out of Grimsby, so fully appreciate and agree with the comments made by Pete above.
    Hope you are keeping well, I’ve not had much time to post anything recently and have missed my FF friends


    • Sandra says:

      I was only thinking the other day that we’d not seen so much of you recently. Glad you’re still in touch though. I find myself fascinated by the fishing industry and we always gravitate to the fishing ports to watch the catch come in. Hope to see you on FF again soon.


  5. WildBlack says:

    Great take on the challenge
    The misty shot is beautiful


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