The abandoned Pump House where we head to frequently for outfit photos has long since housed a skeleton of a boat, half submerged in water. It's tied up pretty securely in this state, redundant and deteriorating. It's adds a sombre note to the surrounding docks.
The sky was filling with threatening looking clouds and my feet crunched over the thousands of muscle shells lay broken and shattered under foot. All in all, it was a very solitary experience capturing the boat and as much or as little as you can empathise with an inanimate object, I felt sorry for it.