Fiona and I have been on the island of Mull for a couple of days. It is a place of water - sea, streams and lochs. So not surprising boats play a very important role.
They sit at anchor in small bays.
They are left to rot in piles.
And in their decay there is such beauty.
One has to love they weathering and aging of the paint, the copper nails and rivets and of course the rust.