‘We don’t want to be a toy town’: has Brexit sunk this historic UK fishing fleet?

Struggling fishers in Hastings say the industry is dying after a deal giving away access to its waters made a tough job impossible

A small flotilla of gaily coloured fishing boats line the shingle beach at Hastings, East Sussex. Behind them are the bulldozers that shunt them into the waves and beyond, in neat rows, are black wooden fishermen's huts and fish stalls, where on a good day teenage daughters, wives and retired skippers sell some of the day's catch.

This is the Stade, a Saxon word for landing place" from where wooden boats have set off since before William the Conqueror arrived in 1066.

Peter White outside his shed. He has been fishing for 52 years