Harbours




I love old fishing harbours such as those dotted around the coast of Cornwall - the textures of stone, roofs and rock, the mud, seaweed, grime and lichen, the clutter of ladders, ropes, old tyres and fishing paraphernalia. Harbour walls often have sections with contrasting textures dating from different ages, sometimes resembling geological strata. I love the smell of the fish, but maddeningly can't stand to eat it. And then there are the boats, but that is another subject.