Final Analysis
Oct 29, 2019
2 minutes
I once photographed on a North Sea fishing trawler. It smelt of fishy men. You slept below the water line and above the engine. The toilet doubled as a larder. ‘Trawler’s no place for fookin’ passengers,’ one of the five crew said to me as I stepped on board. He was right. Also the ship’s cook,
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