We've been a fishing family for generations, nets and lines before websites and delivery vans. One side of the family works the water, following the season up and down the coast. The other side runs the business, takes the orders, and makes sure what's landed actually reaches your door while it's still worth eating.
That's the easy bit to say and the hard bit to build a business on, because the sea doesn't run on a schedule. Some days there's a full catch worth shouting about. Some days there's nothing worth selling at all. So when the boat's quiet, we don't leave the counter empty: two decades of buying at the UK's best markets means we know exactly who to call and what's worth bringing home. Same standard, different route to your door.
Two ways in, one rule that doesn't bend: if we wouldn't eat it ourselves, we don't sell it.
That's Essex Fresh Catch. Not a warehouse, not a wholesaler with a nice website, a family who knows the water, and a fair bit of stubbornness about what “fresh” is actually supposed to mean.