At low tide, the rescued boat is unable to float, sitting askew on the mudflats.
It is early morning and the sky and its gentle colours and reflections take all the attention for the moment. But up close, this slanted and stranded boat offers its name as ‘Wayfarer’. I wonder where it had journeyed as a wayfarer, and if it would again.
Its exposed underside tells me it had sat on the muddy bottom of the river for some time.
Its deck is as colourful as the sky, worthy of contributing to the reflections before the mudflats halt them.
Not that my solo heron minds the low tide; all the better for finding breakfast.
I then learnt that Wayfarer is to be dragged ashore and broken up; she is not salvageable, having sat for about five years on the bottom. Her masts had already been taken down.
She will definitely no longer go a-wayfaring…
Well, once broken into little bits I doubt it!
So Wayfarer never became a nesting place for the seabirds…but perhaps a home or playground for the little critters…