The old boats . . . .

A wild and windy day again, too wild to go up to the cliffs with the direction of the wind, then strangely by mid afternoon, it all died away.  The bay, which had been full of white horses, was flat calm.

On the way back from the hens Ollie and I went and had a wander round the old boats.  Much more visible now all the grass has died back, you can see a lot more of the trip hazards, wood, rope and lumps of iron littering the ground too. which is handy!

I don't usually twiddle with my photos - just straighten and crop them - but as this was taken in the near dusk, I've tweaked it a bit!