Perhaps it should be Hilary, it is not easy to tell.
The ropes are fixed fast, holding her safely to the pier side. A quick look to the stern will tell you that Hilory is not going to be going anywhere fast. The salt water in its ebb and flow is gradually eating away at the old vessel as at lies on the estuary mud.

I wonder of the life she had and the waves she rode….
Nothing expresses its history more eloquently than a boat.
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They do tend to have a weathered and journeyed appearance to reflect experiences ๐
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Oh poor Hilary but a great capture on your behalf. I love the old peeled paint and rotted wood, it does tell a story…
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I am a sucker for peeling paint on wood ๐
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Me too ๐
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A fine old boat MM.
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You should see the state of the stern ๐ณ
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Hilary had a great life…although felt roped in and tied down…from time to time.
Top of the Mornin’ to you, JRCR!
Always, RRR
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Top of the day to you too my dear fig protector. Hope you are having a cracker ๐
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Yes, if only they could talk…
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Oh… the boat… enjoy this… what will you come up with next… looking forward…
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Always the challenge – the next image…….๐ฐ
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What would life be without challenges!!!!!

But… of course… once in a while, you just don’t want any
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Challenges keep you on your toes
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Yeah! Truetrue!
But you also need to lie down in the grass once in a while, gazing at the clouds floating by… pondering… dreaming…
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