Again, very quiet and peaceful – and again very paintable – superb restored boat.
Everywhere is flint and red roofs, also literally on every doorstep is ‘Uncle Bob’s’, ‘Old Jim’, ‘Nifty Nicks’ mussels, they are everywhere, in carrier bags with an honesty box beside.
Saltmarsh, creeks, dingy sailors, mussel gatherers, seals and seabirds.
The wind bites shrewder than any place in Britain.
Iciest of cold air, geese flighting in.
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