It’s just after 7am and I’m standing inside a chilly Brixham fish market in a long white coat, blue hair net and blue shoe covers, a faint whiff of fish in the air. Under foot, there’s a few centimetres of water on the floor, like one giant puddle. Around us are brightly coloured boxes, laden with fish, ice and labels, ready for porters in white coats to pack before being shipped to their final destination.
There isn’t the normal shouting and hustling you find at most morning auctions. Instead, all you can hear is the “tap, tap, tapping” of a computer keyboard and mouse. That’s because this fish market is digital.
