Boats

I found a graveyard, not very far away. On the opposite bank of the Itchen, if you follow it towards St. Mary's, you will eventually reach it. Abandoned boats, silt swallowing them from below, while the water tries to eat the wood away. With lively happy boats still cavorting in the background.

The thin planks go first, leaving the more robust ribs to wait a while longer. And once fierce nails are now without a purpose.


The intriguing once lie further out, barely more than a shadow troubling the surface.