Living rough

I saw what I thought was a pile of rubbish by the creek beside the site of the old Fulford Inn, but it turned out to be a very small tent covered by a couple of tarps, so someone is obviously sleeping here. There's a bike and a few other personal items lying around. I felt uncomfortable, like I was snooping. Not easy to be living outdoors at this time of year. No sign of a person while I was there though.
The creek runs into the harbour and I often walk to this spot to see how high the creek is.