Wrecked

After drooling over the boats for sale (sail?) in the marina (no, GF doesn't mean these pictures) the troop turned back towards the west beach.

Despite living down here for eight years now, this was the first time that GF or the Silver Vixen had been down the west bank of the Arun.

As we headed towards the mouth of the Arun there were several lagoons, fairly heavily silted up. One appeared to be a graveyard for old wrecks. (No comments will be accepted at this point).



It is interesting to see how the east bank of of the Arun has been rejuvenated over the recent years.



This was the most interesting of the wrecks. An old wreck that had rotted away and collapsed in on itself.

When we finally got to the beach we sat for a while (well actually Silver Vixen wanted a cup of tea). We chatted as the boats fought the tide to leave the harbour, and fishermen vied for the best spot on the sea wall.

Must go back at some point and have a walk along that stretch.

(GF apologizes for the quality of the photos - he had a fault on the memory card on the camera so had to rely on the mobile phone camera).