Driving on the Isle of Wight, long shadows at the end of the day and golden light. Everything beautiful. We came across this line of boathouses at a working boatyard. To the left were dozens of boats pulled up on the mud. The mud glistened across the bay, wet from the departed sea, and silent gulls cruised overhead on the breeze, craning their necks in search of food.

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