Fishy

Down at the Fish Quay there's a man who sits in the roadway filleting fish. Perhaps the shop isn't roomy enough to hold him, his chair, the fish and this box of fishy cast-offs. This is the first time I've spoken to him, to ask if I can take a photo of his rubbish, and I'm not asking him again tomorrow so this is it! (Not smelivision, you'll be glad to know, although it probably wouldn't smell before the 20th March.)