Its all quiet on the quayside, the lobster pots or creels at rest, the floats not floating
A nest of rope like a mound of spaghetti. Look down -
|BW106 Anne Marie Fishing Boat|
and more fishing tackle on deck but its not going anywhere at low tide.
No matter how many ropes and pulleys.
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at F here