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on the side of this narrow boat moored at Littleport Haven, awaiting maintenance before the holiday season. They struck me as rather nihilistic.

This morning is one of my three early starts each week delivering grandson to Littleport to meet the college bus which takes him into Cambridge.

The Haven is a boatyard close to where I park and also next to the train station, if the weather is reasonable I take a stroll around the place with a camera. No heron today.

Extras, waiting for a train, and a boat in for attention.