Clear blue sky, occasional puff of cloud. Crows caw in the trees. Hot sun, cold wind in shade. River sparkles as tide seeps in, covering seaweed coated sand. Up-river beached boats begin to float.
Walkers with coloured sweaters tied around waists stride by, leaning on poles and sticks. Families saunter with romping dogs towards the pub at head of the river. Chatter. Conversation. Laughter. Shouts.
Loud music blares from a van. Plastic kayaks hit the ground with a crack. Dragged across the pebbles to the water, launched with a splash. Rowed across the river sliding sideways with the tide. Snatches of instruction float back.
Stranded boats on quay. Paint. Wood. Tools. Green tangled fishing nets wrapped round lobster pots and intertwined with orange polypropylene rope. Thick hemp spliced round large galvanised eyes. Smells of the sea. Fishy paint suntan lotion intertwined with coffee.
Down-river boats point into incoming tide. Small dinghies ferry expectant crew. Assorted vessels mill around the entrance to the harbour. In and out.
