Marsh, mud, mizzle, rotting timbers

After yesterday's warmth and blue skies, today was much more downbeat. I wandered off along Faversham Creek while our botanist chums were puzzling over the exact type of fennel which grows wild near Iron Wharf.

This is the creek in its 'Southcliffe' guise*. Grey, misty, melancholic.

*Channel 4's harrowing drama, for those who missed it.