We parked by the Gloucester and Sharpness Canal at the village of Purton to the north of Sharpness and watched a storm of swallows swoop for flies under the bridge. A couple of swans swanned about, ducks duckled and it was all very idyllic.
Each boat was taken out of Sharpness Dock on a high spring tide, towed towards the shore and left to ride up the bank as far as possible. Then holes were knocked in the hulls so that they would fill with silt.
In this boat's graveyard there's also a schooner 'Katherine Ellen' which was impounded in 1921 for running guns to the IRA and several Ferrous Concrete Barges built in World War II.
Here wood is stripped and repainted with lichen and great rusted nails stick out at angles.
One barge, its rudder like a whale's fluke, sails below the surface.
The moon was floating among the grasses and weeds. It was definitely time to go to the pub ...
... where Ted came between a man and his drink.