The winds called a truce so we loaded up the dingy and headed up the estuary. Putt-putt.
Soon after we left the anchorage we saw a now-familiar shape in the water ahead of us. Putt-putt.
There were several spots where they’d hauled derelicts to die. Most of them were ferro-cement like the boat on the left. These are home-made boats from the seventies. They’re basically swimming pools with the water on the outside. There are several of them still floating, with people inside, in the anchorage here. I don’t think any of these still go to sea.