The evocative smell of sawdust and varnish hangs in the air, in the Emsworth marina yard. A rebuild is in full swing.
Over at the Slipper Mill Pond, excitement mounts. . . .
. . . .as the remote control yachts dice and duel for victory, in their race.
I have walked along the gravel foreshore, from Northney. Following the receding tide.
Arriving in Emsworth via the sea wall.
Pausing for a picnic on the quay.
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