I come ashore at Bucklers Hard. Once this terrace of weathered, red brick, cottages echoed with the adze strokes of the navy's master shipwrights.
The oak to build their wooden wall ships of the line came from the same ancient forest through which I now walk....
.....to reach the many gabled tree arched hamlet of Beaulieu, at the head of the river.
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