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On a day like this one turned out to be, with
the fog not lifting at all for most of the day,
the quirky parts of the Suffolk coast are a
delight. Ships fog horns coming out of
nowhere, ghostly trees looming out of the
mist, and this messy but pleasing shot of a
pier-head amongst the jumble of working-
and house-boats at Pin Mill on the lower
reaches of the River Orwell. Most of the
boats here seem to be stuck in the mud
forever, so it was odd to find this gangway
unattended by either type. For once I was
in the right place at the right time with a
camera. The fog acted as a diffusion filter,
so the picture didn't need much tweaking
other than the application of a sepia toner. Somewhere out there in the mud is my
wife's Canon Ixus 40, to be found one day in the distant future when the river has
changed course and some unlucky metal detectorist, in the few seconds between
discovery and reveal, thinks he's found the horde of King John.
On a day like this one turned out
to be, with the fog not lifting at
all for most of the day, the
quirky parts of the Suffolk coast
are a delight. Ships fog horns
coming out of nowhere, ghostly
trees looming out of the mist,
and this messy but pleasing shot
of a pier-head amongst the
jumble of working- and
house-boats at Pin Mill on the
lower reaches of the River
Orwell. Most of the boats here
seem to be stuck in the mud
forever, so it was odd to find
this gangway unattended by
either type. For once I was in
the right place at the right time
with a camera. The fog acted as
a diffusion filter, so the picture
didn't need much tweaking
other than the application of a
sepia toner. Somewhere out
there in the mud is my wife's
Canon Ixus 40, to be found one
day in the distant future when
the river has changed course
and some unlucky metal
detectorist, in the few seconds
between discovery and reveal,
thinks he's found the horde of
King John.
On a day like this one turned out to be,
with the fog not lifting at all for most of the
day, the quirky parts of the Suffolk coast
are a delight. Ships fog horns coming out of
nowhere, ghostly trees looming out of the
mist, and this messy but pleasing shot of a
pier-head amongst the jumble of working-
and house-boats at Pin Mill on the lower
reaches of the River Orwell. Most of the
boats here seem to be stuck in the mud
forever, so it was odd to find this gangway
unattended by either type. For once I was
in the right place at the right time with a
camera. The fog acted as a diffusion filter,
so the picture didn't need much tweaking
other than the application of a sepia toner. Somewhere out there in the mud is my
wife's Canon Ixus 40, to be found one day in the distant future when the river has
changed course and some unlucky metal detectorist, in the few seconds between
discovery and reveal, thinks he's found the horde of King John.

Pin Mill on a good day

On a day like this one turned out to be, with the fog not lifting at all for most of the day, the quirky parts of the Suffolk coast are a delight. Ships fog horns coming out of nowhere, ghostly trees looming out of the mist, and this messy but pleasing shot of a pier-head amongst the jumble of working- and house-boats at Pin Mill on the lower reaches of the River Orwell. Most of the boats here seem to be stuck in the mud forever, so it was odd to find this gangway unattended by either type.  For once I was in the right place at the right time with a camera.  The fog acted as a diffusion filter, so the picture didn't need much tweaking other than the application of a sepia toner.   Somewhere out there in the mud is my wife's Canon Ixus 40, to be found one day in the distant future when the river has changed course and some unlucky metal detectorist, in the few seconds between discovery and reveal, thinks he's found the horde of King John.
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