His refuge, the Blackwater Inn, loomed ahead, its peeling blue paint and sagging eaves leaning precariously over the water like a drunkard mid-stumble.
A dark, windswept scene at Braunton Burrows in North Devon, where towering dunes stretch under a stormy sky. The rusted skeleton of a WW2 bomber is half buried.
A misty, predawn scene aboard the MV Starling, an old fishing trawler with peeling paint and gull-streaked decks, chugging through the Bristol Channel.
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